Darling Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

“But if you die, she’s going to be miserable.” “She’s miserable now, Damien.” I’d rather die than let my wife be a prisoner to another man.

He went home, entered the house, and said. - Riley? - I am here, in the dining room, please come here. He went to the dining room, she was there with a wonderful dinner served in front of her. But that was not all, she was wearing a nice red dress with a slingshot slit and beautiful black high heels. Her hair was gently made up and tied in a loose bun. - Wow, you look great. - Thank you. Please do not stand there, come here. He could hardly move, for he was astonished at his wife's beautiful appearance.

Elle pov They say beauty is what lies inside but why does this world always make me feel the opposite. I mean I don't mind not getting attention from any guy out there, but I do mind being called ugly again and again. Ugly duckling is what he calls me and every time he uses this world something hits my insides. I mean don't husbands usually call their wives darling ,baby cupcake ,sweetheart or other sugarcoated appealing words like that? "Ma'am, are you listening?"

Cabir looked at him shockingly. Elena:Yes he is rich..That's why I love him..Xavier looked at her with disappointment..He is rich..rich at heart.. I love him because he himself is the diamond sir.. I love him because he gave me a reason to live..He gave me a family..He is me brothers and sisters who loves me..They themselves are diamonds..And he gave me parents who treats me like their own children.. I love my husband Because he trusts,cares and loves me like I do for him..He gave me a caring family..My Possessive Darling Husband is rich at heart..that's why I love him..

There are two slices of toast too. I’m not used to being taken care of yet alone by David. I had a crush on my husband. I pat my cheeks when he isn’t looking to calm the heat in my cheeks. I was blushing because David and I’ve never been like a normal married couple. Yet alone in front of our daughter. His sister getting married must have changed David or something that happened while he was deployed.

“And just who are you?” “I’m his wife,” Darlene says imperiously, and I have to resist the urge to burst into laughter. I know for a fact that Darlene is still married to my father, plus, Mr. Robinson just buried Charis. Leave it to Darlene to tell such a boldfaced lie, right in front of God and everybody.

"Attention, please!" I shouted. I took a sip of water to clear my throat and spoke at an unhurried pace. "Apologies for disturbing your meal. This lovely lady here is talking about Eli Daugherty, my husband. Oh, wait, I mean, ex-husband. "She was the mistress who came between our marriage. Back when I still lived in that house, she waltzed in with her luggage like she owned the place. Funny enough, I even ended up taking care of her for a while."

I couldn't process what I was seeing. "Good morning, hubby," Darla said with a playful laugh, touching my nose before returning to cooking. Hubby? When did we get married? This feels like a surreal dream. My gaze remained fixed on Darla, my eyes wide with disbelief. It was as if I was seeing a ghost. My body moved on its own, hugging her from behind. She felt real, warm, and familiar. I spotted the wedding rings on our fingers, and her signature strawberry scent filled my senses, driving me crazy. But deep down, this felt like a dream.