Darling Wife Novels & Stories

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

My heart fluttered with joy. I'm really fortunate to have someone like her. "I'm fine. Just tired darling.” I could feel my heart beat at the fact that I was hiding something from her. "Hmm. I don't believe you. You only use that endearment,'darling' when you are hiding something. Are you really fine?” I facepalmed at the thought of giving myself away. She was quite right. "Remember that I am your wife. We should share our thoughts together. We are one now.”Her voice slowly lowered as she spoke.

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

She was just thinking of away to make Jared forgive her but no matter how many thoughts came to mind, she never came up with something reasonable. Truth be told, she still didn’t want Celine nor did she love her, she was not good for Jared even if he insisted on taking her side. Perhaps she should just keep quiet and wait for him to miss her. He will always end up coming to see her, they had a bond that nothing will ever break. “Darling” she called her husband who was sitting by her side reading a newspaper. He was still in the habit of getting informed about the happenings of the world. He wanted to know which business was doing well and specifically he wanted to follow the performance of h

She solely paid attention to what was happening on the stage after her second daughter’s wedding ceremony. Virando gently clutched his gentle beautiful wife’s hand and also gently led her way down from the stage. After his gentle beautiful Sumico had officially become his wife at this moment, he didn’t want to stay too far from his gentle beautiful Sumi Darling anymore. He always wanted to be close to her, to look at her every moment, to enjoy her love, gentleness, beauty, care, as well as affection.

I was back to this depressing, gloomy world. "What are you still doing in bed you lazy woman! It's past 7 and I still haven't had dinner. You dare lay there wasting time while your husband is working so hard to feed you and this family" Eleanor sneered at me in anger. She was Damien's mother, my dream wasn't exactly a dream. In reality, I was really married to Damien, however our marriage was far from happy. It was more of a nightmare than a dream. "B.. but the chef-"

Amara woke to a house that did not feel like hers. The guest room was too perfect—neatly made bed, pale curtains, faint scent of expensive wood polish. Nothing here carried warmth. Nothing here welcomed her. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth settle again. She was married. To Lucas Harrington. A man who had never wanted her. Amara pushed herself out of bed and slipped on a robe. Her suitcase sat unopened in the corner, a reminder that she was still living out of borrowed space. Last night had been too heavy for unpacking. This morning felt worse.