Doting Wife Novels & Stories

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

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.

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

Dante: My wife! I yelled, "Lola is my wife, not my friend. Yes, we used to be friends, but she is now my wife, which is a major change, and I’ll make it a point to track her down. I am not going to stop looking for her until I locate her."

she whispered. That was a question he also didn’t have an answer for. He backed off her, leaving a good two or three feet between them. His wife slowly stood, her face lined with concern. She had to stop because it was too confusing. What was the appropriate action to these nice gestures she was showering on him? Mama always said good women existed, but he had never believed it. Doris was the only example he had to live with. “You can join me in my office,” he stated.

That I promise. "You look amazing, wife" I drawled softly staring at Melody who was clamped on my front, her arms around my neck and my hands on the lean of her waist. Wife! I was fuckin married, and Melody Laura Cattanio - Alderman Rothschild was my fuckin' wife. Somebody tell me I wasn't in a middle of a fucking dream. " you also washed up nice husband." she fired back, and something that tasted like happiness unfurled in my chest.

Nodding, I slowly take in the area around me, expecting to find the woman who was supposed to be my wife, but when I come up empty, I frown. “Don’t worry,” my father says, as if reading my thoughts. “Denali will be here soon.” “Denali,” I repeat. So that was the name of my wife. It was a pretty name, but it was too bad that it was attached to a woman who was filled with greed. “Wife will be just fine.” If he thought I wasn’t aware of the fact that our union was for power, he was wrong. And I was sure that the woman who went along with it was just like all the other money-hungry she-wolves.