Darling Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Darling?" "Hmm?" "I want to have a baby." "I know." "Are you sure? I'm serious." "So am I. I know you want that. I've just been waiting for you to ask. You're going to make a wonderful mother." There was a tear in my wife's eye, which I brushed away as it tumbled down her cheek. She kissed me soundly. "I love you, Melanie Dalton." "Mmm, say that again." Smooch. "My beautiful wife. Mrs. Melanie. Dalton."

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.

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

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-"

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.

He exclaimed from the other end. “C’mon dude, let's not make a big deal out of this” I said nonchalantly, and that only fuels Darren's curiosity. “Breaking news; your wife is Dell’s fiancee?!” Darren said from the other end. “Yes, news travels so fast,” I gasped, seeing how informed he was. “It's trending with the runaway entrance you give at your wedding!” Darren was getting impatient, saying that. “I am coming to your house, immediately I leave the airport!” He yelled from the other end, and he almost ruined my eardrum.

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.

“Just because I have the same face as your late wife, doesn’t mean I am your wife, Sir.” I didn’t want to give him the chance to say that to everyone who knew me. Back then, I always hoped he would proudly and happily introduce me as his wife. I kept waiting for the day it would happen for me, but he never did. He always said I was nothing more than a transaction, that he would marry the woman he truly loved—Isabella. At that, I heard a small laugh deliberately let out by Daniel. He was quite skilled at provoking, and now he was worried about me.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.