Diapered Wife Novels & Stories

Diana’s chest tightened with emotion, and she asked indignantly, “Do you despise me for it? Are you worried that the scarring will get worse with another child?” She heard about that happening when she was hospitalized back at Stirling City. After experiencing natural birth, some women would face their husbands’ disdain over a lackluster sex life. Women who went through cesarean delivery might face their husbands’ complaints over a saggy stomach and a frightening scar. Some husbands even refuse to look at it, saying that it was disgusting. Diana didn’t care about that in the past, because she didn’t have a husband back at Stirling City. She couldn’t even remember who her husband was. The onl

Maria said inwardly as she bit her inner chicks. At Damien's room, he joined his sleeping wife as he stared at her swollen lips, he smiled at how big she looked now than when they met. Within a short period, his poor little wife has gone through a lot, he deprived her of the world, and from enjoying her life like her mate. Damien moved his eyes to her big stomach before he smiled again. He's madly in love with this pretty lady and he wants to do everything he can to protect them all. Damien was still staring at his wife when someone knocked on the door, before Damien could stand up Arrya woke up,

Alan's success had always hinged on his shamelessness and low self-esteem, and hearing Marcia's veiled threat, he played his next card. With a dramatic sigh, he lamented, "Madam, you've misunderstood. My wife has been battling postpartum depression, and, on top of that, our daughter was recently diagnosed with health issues. The stress has taken a toll on her mental state. I usually ensure she's well cared for at home with a nanny, but somehow she slipped out today and caused trouble. I deeply apologize for this." Alan's pitiful act painted him as a devoted husband standing by his sick wife—a portrayal that instantly garnered sympathy.

said Aben teasingly. Diana pinched Aben's arm. "But I never hugged on the bed like this." "Duhh sick, my wife. Do you want domestic violence with me? There hasn't been a day when we became husband and wife, we just played KDRT," said Aben pretending to be sulky. Wait a minute ... What was that? My wife? Ahh, I still don't think that Aben already has a wife. "You know ...." Diana turned her back to Aben

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

While he was focusing on cooking, Layla appeared again, seeing Basil focusing on cooking alone in the kitchen, she spoke up. “Let's see, an arrogant president has to cook for himself? Actually, I appreciate a husband who can cook, Basil." Layla said in a tone that sounded serious but also had a hint of sarcasm. When Basil heard that, he didn't even look at her, but still worked hard at cooking, he said while cooking. “Actually, cooking doesn't matter what your identity is or what job you do. Just put your heart into the food.” “Hey Basil, actually, when I get married later, I can cook with you, how do you feel?”

Yoseph Ludwigh sneered, "I think you must have gone crazy thinking about men. How dare you pretend to be Archie Grafton's wife?" "I'm really his wife. If you don't believe me, you can call him and ask him." Emma immediately became anxious. The wife of Archie that they saw earlier must be Emily. Emma cried so hard that she could not stop herself from crying. She was just a substitute and no one would remember her. "It was not easy for us to get rid of those scourges, but we still let this one live." Yoseph's subordinate looked worried.

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

“Wife…” “Huh?” Diana looked up and asked her husband. “It’s getting hard.” “Huh? Which one?” She asked Mauro worriedly. Instead of answering his wife, he looked down at his cock. Diana followed her husband’s gaze. She was stunned for a few seconds when she saw what her husband was referring to. So since his entire body is already wet, whatever is inside his boxer shorts is now exposed. And it didn’t just stretch out; it was hard, and its cover looked like a tent. She hastily turned off the shower faucet when she concluded that the shower head had been focused on her husband’s cock, so it might have hardened.

So far so good, her husband wasn't all that bad. "I have a question," Diana hooked her arms around his neck. "Now that we are married, does that make me Mrs Billionaire?" "Why would you think that?" His voice was harsh but that didn't stop Diana from smiling at him, looking at him with adoration. Wow, she really was a good actress. "Diana, those are just vows...." "Vows we made before God and I don't know about you but I take that very seriously." His wife interrupted. "So I guess I'm officially a billionaire."