Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

What I wouldn’t do to be able to torture her until she cries, begging for mercy, yet finding none. A loudmouth drunk starts rambling on about how the president is screwing things up again as he watches one of the television screens. Fucking politics, I tell you! The drunk reminds me of my old man, almost looks like him too, with shaggy graying hair and a day-old beard. His eyes are bloodshot because he’s probably been drinking since three or four this afternoon, and it’s already going on nine at night. He’s wearing a wedding band, which tells me that a poor woman is most likely waiting up for him so she can reheat his dinner, but then it tastes like shit because it’s been reheated. He will p

Freddie chuckled from his end, muffled yet contagious. “ I know right? I am ready to get drunk. My wife has been pressuring me a lot lately, affection, attention, financially and psychologically. I need to get wasted and drink myself to stupor tonight. I need to clear my head." Freddie sounded like his wife was giving him a rough, tough time. He sounded frustrated, like his marriage was giving him a touch time. I hoped never I would never be in his shoes even though Charlotte was a real pain in the ass.

Andre rolled his eyes and pulled her up from the chair, before she could complain, in a swift he carried her in his arm. “You can’t force me like that, I will scream put me down,I am not done with the salad”Arianna yelled out loud. Creating a scene and turning heads towards them. “My wife is drunk,so she's really a talkative when drunk"he announced. Everyone in the room went back to minding their business. "First I am not your wife secondly, no one will believe you". “Been there, women are hard to deal with brother”. Someone snapped. "She's the lady that other the wine, I know it will end up this way".

She is intoxicated, not me. I heard a muffled sob and turned my face to take a look at her. My eyes widened, and guilt sank. I watched her shoulders shaking and the mascara streaked down from her lashes. “Wife…” I said, and she snapped at me. There were no tears. Okay, so even in the state of intoxication, she is good at being dramatic. Such a drama queen. “Mister Driver… you know my husband doesn’t love me anymore… he thinks I am not pretty enough.”

My drinking had gotten out of control. I knew it. Everyone knew it. A bottle of wine with lunch. Another with dinner. Vodka before bed to help me sleep. The nanny, Maria, looked at me with pity now. The staff whispered when I walked by. Mrs. Romano is falling apart. Mrs. Romano is drunk again. Mrs. Romano's husband doesn't even notice. That last one hurt the most. Because it was true. Jaxon didn't notice. Didn't care. He was too consumed with Isla to see that his second wife was drowning.

My head felt incredibly heavy, a dull buzzing sound started to replace the memory of Winter's laughter. ​"I'm the wife," I slurred into the empty kitchen, staring at the dark red liquid swirling at the bottom of my glass. Am I not? ---

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av