Doting Wife Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I had spent years in rooms full of people who said everything except what they meant and had started to think that was just how things worked. Mara Ellison apparently did not get that memo. ************** Dorothy called Tuesday morning to tell me she liked her. "She's careful," my mother said. "But not cold. There's a difference." "I know." "Do you?" It wasn't a question. "Elias, she's been alone with that child for three years. She built everything by herself and she's still standing. Do you understand what that takes?" "Yes." "I don't think you do yet." She paused, and I heard her breathe in the particular way she did when she was choosing her next words carefully. "She looked at you twice

To Amara, it felt like a reminder of her role. “Smile,” he murmured under his breath. “They’re watching.” She did as instructed. Introductions followed quickly. “This is my wife, Amara.” The word wife landed differently each time. Some guests smiled with polite approval. Others studied her closely, curiosity sharp behind their eyes. “So young,” one woman whispered. “Unexpected,” another replied. Amara kept her head high, even as her chest tightened. They were seated at the head of the table. Across from them sat Selene Grant, calm and elegant in a pale dress, her attention focused almost entirely on Lucas. She acknowledged Amara with a brief glance before returning her gaze to him.

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

But for the first time since their marriage began, she hadn't felt like a stranger sharing his house. She had felt... chosen. Carefully, she slipped out of bed, making sure she didn't wake him. She paused at the bedroom door and looked back one last time. "Sleep a little longer," she whispered. Then she quietly left. *** The kitchen smelled of fresh coffee twenty minutes later. Jessica wasn't much of a cook, but she knew enough to prepare breakfast. Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. Nothing fancy. Just normal. Something married couples did.She found herself smiling again. Maybe this could be a new beginning.

She spent most of her time in bars and with young men. I could not take it anymore, so I chose to give in. I went to therapy for three months. With the therapist’s help, I became more gentle. Bella was patient with me. On our wedding anniversary, I saw Carlson again. He was lying naked in bed with Bella. “Bella, do you like me or Pete more?” “Pete’s getting boring. He only lasts a few seconds in bed, unlike you. You’re so strong.” I heard their lustful moans.

Each day, she felt a deeper confidence, knowing she was steering the company forward with Julian by her side. They carved out moments just for them, reconnecting in the quiet spaces between work and family life. Late nights were filled with soft conversations, laughter, and the occasional shared glass of wine. Their bond, already strong, deepened further, and Erica realized she had not only found a partner but a kindred spirit.