Novel & Cerita Diapered Wife

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

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.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

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Dapo had always been the power oil that lubricated their outings as he had mainly been the money machine spewing out the language that their women understood but now, no thanks to a clutching wife, all that was drastically reduced to the barest minimum presently. Dare could not help feeling a great dislike for Dapo's wife and was more than glad that she would soon be out of his friend's hair for some months, at least when she travelled out to England to have their first child. He wondered why his friend ever bothered with her in the first place. He saw his friend's marriage to that lady as nothing but a great mistake. Or, of what good was a woman who could not bring out the animal in her man

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Ellie shrugs, “You’re stuck with me.” I smile, “Well, let’s make the most of it.” I lean closer to her ear, “I was told there would be no issue resuming our marital relationship.” “Mr. Sturgis, are you bragging about your wife again?” she asked playfully. “Get on your knees Miss Davidson and show me what your mouth can do.”

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.