Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

My head is spinning. She can't remember what happened last night. How did she manage to come home? It's been so long; when was the last time she passes out because of alcohol. When was she's in college? All her married life, she spent it taking good care of her child and her husband. And of course, the company and she already forgot what's the alcohol taste like, and she was having the best night ever last night.

And when their marriage finally fell apart – her husband, Dave had been the one to call it off – she found a way to put the blame on me. Now, here we were at each other’s throat yet again. Only this time the mostly silent June was not the same woman. “You don’t deserve a man like Dante Reyes.” She shrieked and lunged at me. I yelped and stepped again just enough for her to crash into a shelf of folded clothes. “You worthless piece of trash! Why should he want someone like him? Give that to me. It’s mine!” I’d seen madness before as a doctor and as Rick’s fake wife. And this wasn’t it. This was something worse.

"Desperation." Eva was stunned by her husband's statement, but she chose to be quiet. They are already the talk of the neighborhood one and a half months after their marriage. Every time that Jack would come home, he drunk. But even in his drunken state, he would still abuse Eva. And she can't complain, his words were always "you're my wife, and this is your obligation."

"There's no mermaid, Casandra! I just left for a short while, and you've already broken what I told you to do." "I didn't break any rule; I'm just stressed being left alone while my husband is here with another woman." "She's not another woman, she's my wife." "But I'm also your wife, did you forget?" Casandra started to babble. "You're drunk, acting weird." "I'm not weird, I'm your wife, and I demand my emotional needs to be met tonight." "You're drunk!" "I'm not drunk, I just want my needs fulfilled." "If you're not drunk, then you must be crazy!"

Sunlight spilled through the window and settled over his soft hair, turning it a warm shade of gold. My son was three years old. And my wife's lover had been in her life for three years. I kept scrolling. The last message was from yesterday. [Babe, can we finally make it official that day?] Something crumbled inside me. Make what official? Was she planning to ask me for a divorce? The lock turned. Adeline pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes sweeping across the living room. "I left my black phone at home. Have you seen it?" "Cole found it." I walked over and held out the phone. "Can't believe you'd forget something that important."

One of my employees said, I couldn't do anything about it when she kept on pulling me so even though I was dizzy I just let them go. As the woman in front of me who had pulled me earlier continued to dance I could feel her approaching me. She is trying to seduce me, I think she is new to my office and she didn't know that I am married. I admit she is sexy and pretty but still my wife is sexier and gorgeous. Later on, it suddenly clung to me and then she suddenly kissed me. At first, I got shocked, and also because of my drunkenness, I saw my wife's face on her so I couldn't help but respond to her kiss.

His head felt even lighter and his vision became even blurrier, the room seemed to revolve around him over and over again, he stepped back in a feeble attempt to steady himself but ended up staggering instead. "Holy shit". He breathed quietly at the realization that he was indeed drunk. Her hands held him tightly, steadied him. "Are you alright?". She asked. She was alarmed by his sudden lack of balance. Was he alright? Was she really asking him that at the moment? "No, how can I be alright? My wife is dying, she's gonna leave me, she's gonna be gone from me in a few months’ time. You tell me, how can I possibly be alright?". He said, his voice trembling a bit as he spoke, a sign of restrain

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

She cried even harder, her voice hoarse. "Honey, we've been married for five years. Don't you know how I've treated you? I wash your clothes and cook for you every day. I take care of everything at home. When you're on business trips, I text you every day to check in, worried about your safety. How could I possibly lie to you?" As she cried, she began listing all her "sacrifices" over the past five years, trying to guilt trip me.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.