Dom Wife Stories Novels & Stories

" 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? Naomi's face went cold as she stepped up. I pulled her back. Talia smirked. "What? Hit a nerve?" I gave a small smile and shook my head. "Talia, I shouldn't have kept you tied to me. We're done. You walk away with nothing, pay back what you owe, and get out of my hotel." She lost it. "No way! Half of everything is mine—you're not taking it all!" I let out a short laugh. "If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?"

Lilith POV I pushed the bedroom door behind me closed before leaning against it, my breathing was so forceful like I had just escape from something wild back there. And indeed, my hands were still shaking really hard. I could still feel the heat from Damien’s fingers against my skin. My chest was rising and falling vigorously. I couldn't slow it down. “Damien? The stranger from that night was my husband…Lucian’s brother? ” I asked myself with a face completely rumpled from shock and sheer disbelief.

"Isabella, do you have any idea how long Lena cried and begged me today to stay by her side?" "You're the only one with the title of Mrs. Corleone. No matter how much I accompany Lena, it's all just for show. Stop being unreasonable, okay? You know you're the one I care about most." According to him, I should be grateful that he chose to spend the night with me. The most basic duty of a husband—Vincent made it sound like some grand favor. My nails dug into my palms as I looked calmly at his irritated expression. "Vincent, I don't want the title of Mrs. Corleone anymore."

How could he kiss her like that… while I’m still his wife? I clutched the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood. My chest heaved with silent sobs. Six years of quiet sacrifices, late nights waiting for him, swallowing my loneliness, pretending his coldness was just stress, all of it meant nothing. He dismissed me as if our marriage were a forgotten contract, easily erased. Just as I forced my trembling legs to turn and walk away, Selena’s voice drifted out again, soft and mocking. “It must have been so hard on you, Dom,” she whispered against his mouth, her fingers playing with his tie. “Getting married to someone you didn’t love. Pretending all these years. But I’m back now. Tell me… wh

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I whisper in his ear. He nods and his stubble sends shivers down my body. "I know and I love you, too, darlin'." Dom is from Saint Mary's Parish, Texas; a very rural Catholic town settled before the Texas War for Independence. He moved here to Great Falls, Montana back in 1993 when he was eighteen. He's been here for twenty years now. Dom meets Connie at the emergency room in the hospital that Connie now works at. Both were at the E.R. one evening; Connie was there with her brother because he had been in a car accident and Dom was there because he wasn't feeling well and ended up having a cold. Dom and Connie hit it off that night and have been together ever since. They had Shel two

While the lovely couple were busy enjoying their meal and chatting happily, the entire City C was in total chaos about the union of two stoic and strong-headed CEOs. It came as an extreme shock to the citizens. Their admirers were heart broken and devastated but they wished them well and blessed their relationship. The netizens were extremely active and comments kept flooding in "Feibai number one concubine": Awnnn my hubby is so romantic he looks so cute with that expression "Feifei's one and only wife: This proposal is so romantic and she is so pretty in that dress.

The air crackled with an irresistible energy, and I knew this would be a night to remember—a night of passion and profound connection. My wife, exhausted from our shared intimacy, succumbed to sleep. I carefully carried her back to the mansion, guided by the moonlight. Her weight was insignificant, and I cherished the sight of her peacefully slumbering in my arms. Our love had been consummated, and I couldn't help but hope that she found as much satisfaction in our union as I did. With a smirk, I reveled in the knowledge that I had given my all to our love.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the restroom for an entire hour until Mark and his companion finally emerged. The woman looked utterly drained, practically being carried by Mark, or she would have crumpled to the floor. I noticed her body shaking slightly. I frowned. Damn, no wonder those women go for him; he had the physique for it. On the weekend, I went out for dinner with some friends. As we were sipping drinks, one of my friends asked, "Jason, isn't that your wife over there?" I turned around and spotted Donna, arm-in-arm with another woman while shopping.