Novel & Cerita Don T Call Me Wife

I asked innocently hoping so much that this beauty was not her. The woman ended her call and smirked at me. Her eyes were scanning me from head to toe like I was someone beneath her. She then raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, “You must be Vince’s pathetic wife” Vince? She called my husband Vince? Who the hell is she calling me pathetic?

I said taking out my cell from my pocket. I dialed his number. It rang twice, thrice but he wasn't picking up my call. I called him again but there was still no response. I started to get worried, maybe leaving him alone was not a good choice, but it was him only who insisted that I go to work while making a puppy face, which I can't say no to. "Why the fuck he is not receiving my call??" I throw my phone at the wall in anger, making Liam and Jason flinch and breaking it into a million pieces.

she said and stood up then walk to her seat “Shouldn’t you comfort your husband who woke up to see a divorce papers” he joked “Patient husband, your wife is not running away” “Wife, how nice” he said and chuckled “How about I start calling you ‘my wife’ instead” he suggested thrilled “Hmm, no I don’t want that” “Wasn't asking for your opinion” he said “Did you call me last night?” Chris queried “Hmm and she picked the call” she answered and they gets interrupted by the ringing of his phone again, he pull away from her to answer a call

“You don’t talk. You don’t look at me. You vanish before dinner ends. That’s not what a wife does.” A frown appears on my forehead. Did he just say ‘wife’? I raise my chin, gripping my towel harder. “Don't ever call me your wife again. It's annoying.” His eyes flicker, the smile faltering just for a second.Then, his voice drops. “It's not bad to be called wife, Mrs Contract .” I stand a few feet from him, my arms folded tightly across my chest, my eyes narrow. “You just sat there,” I say, my voice low but trembling with anger. “She insulted me right in front of you and you said nothing, Asher.”

“Call him, ask him where he is or what he is up to.” Her eyes snapped to mine, sharp and startled. “Call him?” “Yes!” My voice broke. “You’re his wife. You have more access than anyone. If he knows you’re looking, maybe…” “No.” She cut me off sharply, shaking her head. “I can’t call him.” I frowned. “Why not?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, heavy with something that sounded like shame. “I’ve never called my husband, Arian. Not once.” The room seemed to freeze. “What?”

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

There was a strange feeling in him when he saw Laura ignoring him. "Why didn't you come to me?" asked William, as Laura usually always greeted him when he returned from the company. "Aren't you with your girlfriend? I don't want to spoil the moment you meet again," said Laura without looking at William's face. "You're my wife!" said William firmly. Laura smiled slightly. "Wife? That's ridiculous. Have we been living as husband and wife all this time? No, that's just you not being a husband to me, while I have been behaving like a wife, even though you never appreciate it."

“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

He asked me, and with that I scoffed at him. "Adrian, for the last time, I'm not your wife or a close acquaintance to you, so you don't need to call to check up on me. After all, you never once did that when we were married," I said to him with a straight tone. "You also have no right to tell me what to do and what not to do, so I'm not cancelling the deal with Henry just because you asked me, and if you aren't okay with that, please don't attend the ceremony this evening," I said to him in reply.