Diapered Wife Novels & Stories

“Miss Zea, from this moment onward, I think I have fallen in love with you. Would you like to join me for a romantic candlelight dinner? Tonight, I will let you experience the world’s greatest happiness. You are married, right?” Kedron continued as he rose to his feet, “You have three kids. Very few women can maintain their beauty and figure after having three children. You’re fantastic. “On the day before yesterday, there was a twenty-eight-year-old congressman’s wife who hasn’t given birth yet. Her figure was significantly worse than yours. Her skin, especially her face, is caked in powder, which is revolting. “There’s also the wife of a construction businessman, whose body was completely

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.

A look of disappointment and anger appeared on Harvey's face. "We're married and yet, I just walked in on you cuddling your old lover?" Diana retorted, she couldn't take it all in as she caught sight of the photos, making the blood drain from her face. It was a picture of a man, she still doesn't know, on top of her under a quilt. "And so fucking what?! You turned into a prostitute just because I denied you access to the family bank account? How can I, Harvey Scott, be capable of having a shameless barren wife like you?"

“This is Harper, Widow of Congressman Timothy Lane. You might remember the scandal, though the press called it a suicide.” Harper was younger than Genevieve expected. She was in her early thirties, dark skinned, with high cheekbones and eyes that were like polished glass. She gave Genevieve a single glance. “Margot, the silent one,” Celeste continued, nodding toward an older woman who looked like she’d stepped out of a 1950s film. “Her husband ran a hedge fund until it burned.” “Diana,” she said next, motioning to a woman with auburn hair and eyes lined with black eyeliner like war paint. “Her husband was found with two bullets in his chest and one mistress in his bed.”

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

Diana As I opened my eyes, even the faintest ray of light stabbing into them made them burn. I instinctively squeezed them shut again. A sharp, throbbing pain spread through my head, bringing tears to my eyes. But I could tell that my hands were bound tightly behind my back. It hurt. Everything hurt. The muffled voices around me took a few moments to register. “She's the woman... his wife. Her company has ruined everything we had...” The words weren't entirely clear, but I understood enough.

waist. He shivered a little and looked down at her with that expression—soft, starry-eyed, like he was already in love with a child they hadn’t even seen on a screen yet. “Nathan?” “Yeah?” “You’re staring again.” “I’m panicking a little,” he admitted. “What if I mess this up? What if I’m bad at it? What if i can’t figure out your cravings or what if i can’t change a diaper?” Rachel shifted, rising just enough to press a kiss to his jaw. “You won’t be. You were made for this.” He exhaled slowly, his eyes fluttering closed under her touch. “And what if I cry in the delivery room?” “You will cry in the delivery room. I’m counting on it. You’re going to cry, faint, and yell at the doctor

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!