Don T Call Me Wife Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to talk about this over the phone. If you want to hear more, you should be the one to contact me. I told myself before and I’m reminding myself again that I will not get involved with your family or whatever that dysfunctional set-up you have.” “How dare you?” Leo can’t go around pushing people away when in the first place, it was he who contacted him first. “And you’re really saying that even when you’re the one who called me? If you’re wishing me bad luck, I don’t think there’s any need for that.” “Believe me,” he said. “I don’t want to do this either. I wouldn’t do this if I’m not worried about Belle.” “Tell me honestly… do you like my wife?”

"Dearest people of New York. I sincerely apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my marital status. I just want to clarify: I'm single now, but I had a wife five years ago whom I named..." The focus of most people is interrupted. It seems they are left hanging by the CEO's breath-holding because he is a bit hesitant to share the name of his ex-wife. But he believes that when Ava watches his explanation, she might change her mind, come back to him, and forgive him for all his mistakes. "Nicole Roque..." is the continuation of her sentence. The people's brows furrow. They probably don't know that woman. "Huh? Who is Nicole Roque?" This is what they often say while looking at each other a

Fred started, but before he could finish, Bethany raised her hand to hit him. Chantel stepped between them, pushing Bethany back. “Don’t you dare touch my husband!” “Husband? Don’t tell me you still consider him your husband after he ignored your proposal! Oh my God!” Bethany laughed, her voice ringing with mockery. Chantel’s jaw clenched, but she kept her composure. Bethany’s phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her face twisting in irritation. She turned away from the crowd, answering in a low voice.

“Don’t walk out on me boy, I’m talking to you. You are my husband’s bastard with some stray whore. You have no legitimate claim in this house. Come back here damn you!” If one didn’t know better, you’d think she was just an angry wife. But to those of us who know Jacinta Dennison, we know her to be calculating and practical, at all times. And this act she was playing this fine afternoon, though deserving of an Oscar, was quite lost on me.

“And don’t call my wife a bitch, that’s an insult to me, the man married to her.” The nurses’ jaws dropped, Fatima’s too. What now?

“Eli baby. You need to start thinking about us. Me, your child and you. Us." Us? I just scoffed. A prickling smirk making its way to my lips as I turned to face her completely. "May, I'm going to say this once. You listen carefully." She nodded eagerly, leaning in close. Good. Closer hearing distance. "You. Are. Not. My Wife." I spelled out, voice low as my gaze dug into hers. "You are NOT my wife. You have no right, not a single right to question what I can and cannot do. Especially with MY WIFE. I’m not going to say this again, this is your last warning.”

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

Three years ago, on our wedding night, I walked in on my ex-husband, Filippo, tangled up with his friend Teresa in our marriage bed. Just because Teresa said she was scared, Filippo threw me out of the villa and left me to walk alone through the pitch-dark night for hours. By the next day, the rumor that I'd sold out family secrets had spread through every street in Naples. I became the traitor who'd betrayed the Naples Mafia, and one rainy night, I was driven out of the city. Three years later, after marrying Rafael Vitale, the new Don of the Sicilian Mafia, I returned to Naples to take back the estate my father left me. I never imagined the estate that was mine alone would be used for