Dom Wife Story Novels & Stories

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

<><><> From believing that his wife was a robot with no personality, To pitying her and deciding to give her the divorce she asked for, To being petty over a video and deciding to make it hard for her, To changing his decision once again after her outburst and deciding to become her friend, To getting influenced by his stupid friend and trying to woo her, Dominic had the most life-changing ten days of his life. But who would have thought the most life-changing matter yet would be served on a silver platter by his wife?

"The core technology was my development. Elena helped with some administrative tasks in the early days, but the innovative work was mine." Elena stared at her husband as he rewrote their history in real time. Administrative tasks? She had literally written the code that built his empire. "How modest of you, Elena," Catherine said. "It must be satisfying to see your husband's success, even if you prefer to stay behind the scenes now." Elena looked at Catherine, then at Mark's warning expression, then back at Catherine. This was her chance to stay quiet, to be the good wife, to not make waves.

"That woman. She wanted trophy husband, not real partner. Always worried about appearances, never about feelings." "But she's back. She wants to marry him." "She wants his money and his name. Not same thing." Mrs. Kowalski meets my eyes. "Mr. Dominic is good man. Stubborn, closed off, but good heart. He just needs someone to see it." "I'm not that someone. I'm leaving after the babies are born." "We'll see," she says mysteriously. That afternoon, Dominic comes home early. I'm on the couch reading pregnancy books.

Domenico was the only one in the office beside Francesco. “No,” Domenico bit the word, “But we need to hurry up so I can take my wife on a damn honeymoon. She hasn’t stopped asking since the wedding night and let me tell you her nagging is not a big turn on,” he sighed and flopped on the couch. Francesco laughed but stopped when he heard Vincent growl.

The group burst into laughter. Dominic leaned closer to my ear slightly. “Careful how far that story goes, Wife,” he murmured quietly. I flashed him a tiny smirk. Oh i'll be careful. Carefully find subtle moments to absolutely ruin you. Husband. He turned back to the group. “She’s exaggerating,” he said calmly. “Oh?” one woman asked. Dominic’s hand moved tighter around my waist. “My life would be meaningless without this woman.” The room went quiet for a second and my breath caught slightly as he pulled me in closer.

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.

“Does my little wife finally realize my identity, or do I have to tell her again?” Sophie’s mouth fell open, her cheeks flushing a deep red. “You… you’re really…” Dominic chuckled, pulling her closer. “Yes, Sophie. I am Dominic Williams. And you,” he said, his voice softening, “are my wife.” I stood there, completely stunned. My sister, the girl who had grown up in hardship, was married to one of the most powerful men in the world. And from the way Dominic looked at her, it was clear that he adored her.

," Jake asked, gesturing. Meg took a closer look at the woman's face. She looked, happy, like whatever he was doing was just right,arching her butt to the flogger each time it landed and if Meg was right, she was letting out small moans too. "She looks happy, no that's not the word, she looks content." Jake nodded. " Yes, she's in her subspace, the happy content place that only a Dom knows how to take his sub too" " How does he know her that well. We've been watching them for only what, ten minutes?", Meg asked. " He's been with her for a long time and they got married last year" " They're married?," " What? Don't look too surprised. Doms and subs get married too. They're just like every oth

Wooahhhhhh! "How dare you say me a coward! Are you the one in my shoes?" Dominic said sarcastically to the girl, who was standing by holding her hips in front of him. Challenged him. "Yeah, you are! How can you just get into alcohol instead of solving it with your wife?? Did you remember when you said that you took me to this room just because you saw your wife and her lover? You just wanted to show her that you could do the same. What the hell is that?? Do adults always solve problems with new problems? Hey, let me tell you this, Sir! If I get dragged into your marriage, I won't stay silent. Because I don't want to be mistaken for a man's mistress like you!"