Doting Wife Novels & Stories

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

Dorothy chuckled. She liked how her husband relied on her so much. No one could else compare to her, and she could not be replaced either! However, the way Nigel looked at Anne just now made her uncomfortable. After all, Anne was young and beautiful, and that pretty little face could definitely charm any man!

She also patted gently her husband’s chest. Mr. Apollo laughed crisply and then he seized back his wife into his warm and romantic embrace. “By hugging you like this, now everybody knows I’m yours and you’re mine, Darling… By hugging you like this, everybody knows we own each other… Don’t you see that all of them have turned their eyes away from me?” whispered Mr. Apollo romantically. Mrs. Columba looked around. Her husband was right. There were no women or girls looking at and paying attention at her husband anymore. She smiled broadly now.

I mindlessly nodded. "Hahahahaha seriously! Him? He can't even get major roles in good shows!" I just stared at her. I felt a bit ashamed of what I just said. "Sorry..." I whispered. She slammed her hand at the table and brought her face closer to mine. I can finally see her. Her expression looks so frustrated and hungry that she screams she wants to eat me whole. I shivered and moved back but she grabbed my back and pulled me closer again. I am so afraid, how dare I forget she is Dohyung's wife, I am so sure she will kill me now...

Her name is Dot. Dorothy Ashby professionally, Dot to everyone, a woman of sixty with the energy of someone half that age and the specific authority of a person who has organised four hundred and twelve weddings and has seen every possible way a couple can make a simple thing complicated. She sits across from us at our kitchen table on a Saturday morning with a notebook the size of a small country and looks at us both with the assessing gaze of a professional who is deciding what category of couple she is dealing with.

He let out rudely. Dillon's mother, Jessica, sat on the visitor's couch, placing her leg on one another and watching the drama unfolding keenly. She was enjoying it. "She is not your wife, Dillon," She shouted, stomping her feet frustratingly. She was demoralized. At this point, she knew it would be very hard for Dillon to believe what she said especially when he could only remember Mirabel and his mother. "Then who is my wife?" He asked. "Me! Look at me, Dillon. This is Ivy. I am your wife," She took his hands and placed them on her face.

Dante hits his head slightly, as he watches his wife sob. "No! I don't want you to get hurt, I am sorry, you should sit while I prepare what we can eat." He kissed her nose. "You should rest and stop worrying about me and your office load, don't worry, I will help fix it, all I need from you is to relax and focus on your health and the baby." "Whoa! Such a sweet husband, I know I could always rely on you." She murmured then lick on Dante's neck, teasingly

Lorena asked politely placing her hand on his arm. Ashton hated his wife sometimes and this being those times. She doesn't know what to speak, where to speak, how to speak. Her tongue moved faster than her mind and it was all filthy and vulgar. His dear wife was cursing another woman in front of so many people. Her etiquettes resembled that of a roadside thug and her attire was just not at all acceptable. Lorena's beautiful eyes held so much peace and calmness in contrast to his wife's chaotic ones.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up