Double Team Wife Novels & Stories

"Wait you know too." "News spread fast." "I wanted to tell Rodriguez I won't be able to make it to work tomorrow. Adriana and I plan on heading to the park." She so badly wanted to tell him but she kept her mouth shut and continued, "Ok. I'll tell him." She immediately felt a hand grab the phone from her. She turned to see the sick man she married. "Hey Nathan, I was thinking maybe we should join in. My wife here has been really tense lately."

Two doors down from where I had been fitted, the sound of footsteps drew my attention. A woman stepped out. Tall. Nearly as tall as Dontrell himself, though he still had a few inches on her. She had that striking kind of presence, the kind that forced people to turn and look. But what gripped me was that this was the first time I’d ever seen my husband with another woman who wasn’t part of his household or his usual business team.

I said for the second time, even if she was no longer listening. "What is good for me? What is good for me is to stick with my husband!" she exclaimed and paced back and forth. Her hands trembled in anger. "How could you ask me to give up on him? What if he was only carrying something that I did not know? What if he was having a problem and all he wanted me to do was to take care of him? See my point?" I did not get her point. "That's the point, Beatrice. He did not say anything. He did not say things like what’s in his chest. It was not supposed to be like that. There should be no secrets between you, okay? Marriage is a team."

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

I rumbled on. “Yes sir I understand.” Gary said seriously like he was in an interview. “Good, well you see, this my friend, he is married and his marriage just started to feel amazing, if you know what I mean.” “Of course I do. I have been married too for a very long time if you ask me.” Gary said with a wide smile. Good, I thought, adjusting more in my seat. “Okay, but this my friend, his wife is a twin and they are identical. Just different eye color and character.”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

"I asked David to make an investigation on Jack. And he told me that Jack is already married for one year. His wife is the daughter of one of the richest businessman of Las Vegas. And most importantly, she has been a student of your father. And he has already left to fetch her here." "If she comes here, it will definitely turn the tables, because she is the only person who can stop Jack." She finally said with a meaningful smile.

Both of them were leading separate teams in different fields and we're friends with each other for years now. They were colleagues in the hospital and friends after stepping out of the hospital. "How's your team doing?" Juhee asked knowing William was facing a backlash right now. There the question was like a fatal blow to his fragile heart. "Aiyo! Don't ask that question. The wife of the patient is something called uncontrollable. She is going on and on about my team. Even though my team had no fault, we are still being blamed." William said in a saddening tone.