Novel & Cerita Diapered Wife

Adrian asked me with furrowed brows. "Wait just a minute, are you going to do the cooking?" I asked Adrian, remembering that he was a very good cook while we were married. Given his background, one would easily think that he doesn't know how to cook or how to do any house chores, but that's not the case with him; despite growing up in a very rich family, he knows how to cook and how to do the house chores. That was the reason why we never hired a maid or a cook while we were married.

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

All added together, it totaled up to fifty-three dollars. I did not manage to contact Elena. I hurriedly handled Mom’s funerary affairs and rushed over to my job cleaning windows. My wage of three hundred dollars was enough to last our family of three a good few meals. That was why my heart shattered when I saw Elena in this opulently appointed five-star hotel. Was this woman, who spent money like water, the same woman as my wife Elena? The woman who had been dressed in mended clothes and ate only the simplest fare with me just the day before?

The bed was occupied with two girls in lingerie and a man, sandwiched between them. Diana wasn’t fazed. She walked in and stood in front of the bed, her hands folded. “I see you’re still whoring around, John.” John, her husband sat up on the bed and smiled. “Well, after all this time I finally get a visit from my beloved wife.” “Please, why would I want to see my promiscuous husband? I’m here on business.” Diana glared at the girls lying down beside her husband. “Get out.” She commanded.

And focused on being a good listener to the woman next to her. "At that time, the big lady, the wife of the owner of a giant company in the city, was furious. She even swore at my son when he abruptly declared to quit working for the company. Eryk was the company owner's right-hand man. I could understand if they were so angry. Finding a right-hand man who can be trusted is not an easy matter." Dorothy's eyes looked puffy. Tears continued to fall without her being able to stop them. The image of Eryk and Diana being found dead always made her chest feel tight.

"It'll all become clear soon. I can tell your belly hasn't really started showing yet. The first three months are the hardest. Once you get through that, things will get much better. Young man, you'd better treat your wife well. Don't be like my husband. I can't get him to lift a finger." "How'd this turn into an attack on me during a simple conversation?" the woman's husband grumbled, but he still glanced over at Liliana and Keith. He nodded politely, acknowledging them both. Liliana and Keith felt a bit awkward and didn't know what to say. They watched as the couple bickered.

I said. " Just stop! It's okay, I am not forming a political party and that is final, let the children be and stop dictating their lives! My husband says and stop up beside me and walks out of the ward. TWO WEEKS LATER. JULIANA. My bodyguard has been getting me so many vital information about Deji lately and it shows that this guy wants to play his game. From all the details gathered , the pregnant woman he has been calling his maid was his wife and she is carrying his baby and that they were married before we met.

A rich second-generation heir who strutted through Fort Canon like he owned the place. "What the hell is wrong with you? You sick or something?" He looked me up and down. His gaze paused on my travel-worn old jacket, the contempt in his eyes undisguised. I ignored him. My eyes moved past him and landed on the woman inside the car, hurriedly pulling her clothes back on. The woman I had planned to spend the rest of my life loving. My wife. Daphne Sinclair. The limited-edition Lululemon jacket I had bought her was thrown loosely over her shoulders. She hadn't even managed to zip it up.

other while he waited for his food, but that day was deferent, the children greeted and the wife served him with an addition that his warm water for bathing was ready waiting for him in the bathroom, he would have thought all was well if not for the children that sat far clean, no dirt on them, if he had came home to see them that clean, it would be when they were months old, but as soon as they began walking, he had never seen them clean like they were that day, the wife too was with them, and was ready to attend to any of his need, she had the white dress on, such that always made her seductive toward him, but she would not wear it as she knew what always ended such attempt, she was not i

Maddie frowned, pouting at their assumptions. “So what is the reason then?” Deagan leaned forward, curious to hear her explanation. “About a year ago his wife came to a women’s day show where I spoke about women prioritising themselves to be the best for their loved ones and she was pretty inspired. According to him, after that she started working out and taking care of herself again, apparently, she’d let herself go since having kids and I inspired her to make a change in her life. He was grateful for that and sought me out, he said their marriage was on the rocks and that was the turning point for them.” Everyone shared a look, impressed by what she shared.