Diapered Wife Novels & Stories

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

I receive them and put them on the table. "So this your way of apologizing for slapping me? A pregnant woman?"I ask. "Babe I did not mean to slap you.You know me. I am your husband Brian,"he says. "I do not know you.Whatbkind of a man who slaps his wife and claims to love him? You don't love me Brian. You don't! You love the idea of having me as your dog!_I say. "My wife I made a mistake.A mistake I'll work the rest of my life trying to rectify,"he says.

Yet, when I had to run to the bathroom to throw up, Emma calmly took the drink from Keegan's hand just because he'd said, "Emma, I'm feeling a little dizzy." And she, like a hero, intercepted every drink for him. Watching the scene, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I didn't know whether Keegan or I was her husband. But one thing was clear. Emma's colleagues were all looking at me with pity in their eyes. Finally, the dinner was over, but Emma seemed to have forgotten I existed. She held Keegan intimately, supporting him as they walked out of the restaurant. As she was about to leave, I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Emma, you promised we'd register our marriage today."

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

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.

Despite the doctor assuring him his wife was going to be alright, Richard was still restless. When Daniella finally woke up, he felt a bit better but he was worried about Charlene and their unborn baby. She didn't tell him she was pregnant, he found out on his own. He saw the pregnancy test on her dressing table. All he wanted to hear from the doctor was ‘Your wife is fine and her baby.’ That was the only thing that would make him happy.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Diha bit her cheek to keep from saying anything and sank into the hug. "Who is this?" Priya shut the back door though she, too, kept a bracing hand on the vehicle. Cat let go of Diha and glanced at a woman in a flowing dress standing just behind her. The woman was also very pregnant. "Well, I thought it was about time you met my wife," Cat announced. Diha's jaw dropped. Cat was married? "When were you going to mention that you were married?" Diha demanded. And here she'd thought she'd known Cat. Hell, Diha had assumed Cat and Harper were hooking up.

Carla stuffed the paper back in the case and pointed her finger at her husband. “You are impotent, Zuriel. You couldn’t give me a child in five years of marriage. I did this for mom’s happiness, she was yearning to see her grandchildren. You are such an ingrate. I covered up your weakness like a good wife, and you insulted me in front of society. Great!”