Drunk Wife Novels & Stories

"I have proof that he cheated on me with a female employee at the estate! They had a tryst right here! Yes, one of us has to pay under the prenup, but it won't be me!" Jacques exchanged a look with Sylvia and nodded. He pulled out his phone and swiped through several photos for us to see. They showed me leaning close to a female worker at Belgard. In one, I entered her room and seemed to pat her head. In another, the most open to misreading, I handed her a sleeping robe.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

FLASHBACK>>>>> "What are you doing here?" "Why am I not allowed? I am your husband.." "You know this isn't what we agreed on, Drake. Please get out. I want to rest.. You've been drinking.." "No! You can't forever order me. We've been married for a year, Jaz. And yet we're still in a separate room! It's time to get mine.." "You're drunk, Drake. Let's talk about it tomorrow when you're in your right mind.." Drake didn't bother and came closer to Jaz, Hauling her into his arms.

I feel a vibration from his chest and catch the words that follows suit before the sleep finally overtakes me. “I never would have thought that my wife will be such a cute, little drunk.”

'Why getting jealous and angry, you shouldn't care right? When he flapped his eyes open, he saw his wife walking away in an unsteady steps. She's tottering as someone who's drunk. But he only saw her take a few sips from the red wine given to her and he believes that wine is not alcoholic, his little wife doesn't look like someone that would take an alcoholic drink.

He asked. Eww, he is drunk...i can sense it with the smell. In my opinion, those who don't drink can recognise its smell faster than those who drinks. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Dancing with my wife" he said in my ears. He is bipolar. Wife??? Isn't it too much these days? He pulled me towards him reducing the distance between us. My breath got hitched with it. I looked into his eyes who is already looking me intensely.

No wonder dad chose her to be my wife. I reached them and saw the dog touching her and she on the other hand didn't bother to get up and leave abruptly. I was irked and had to grab Joel's hand forcing him to let her go. He smirked and I could perceive the alcohol clearly. He was drunk and what he said next to me didn't come as a surprise. Of course the guy knew about mine and Sierra's pretence marriage but did I care? Who was going to believe a drunk anyways. I taunted him of not being able to fuck his wife who am sure would be miserable for not being satisfied in years. The poor woman would be having an affair outside to satisfy her cravings, who knows?

I say and finish my drink, then order another. "She's your wife, mister. You should bloody well treat her like it." Bethany and pokes at my chest teasingly. I roll my eyes, "Yeah, okay slutty mistress." I say and we all laugh. After a few drinks and laughing and talking... I noticed something. Someone actually. Someone familiar. My dearest wife, Maria dancing with another man. I grunt in anger and stare straight ahead at them as they dance as thought their life depends on it. The man is quite obviously not drunk, but Maria is nearly wasted.

She didn't know when the door was opened and when her husband walked past her. "Oh...today was good..so good. I had a very nice time at the bar." He turned to see Helen staring at the space, "What is wrong with this wife of mine, have our seen a ghost? You didn't tell me you were back home, how was your trip to the hospital?" He laughed and stumbled on things when walking. He was drunk. Immediately Helen perceived the stench of alcohol, she knew her husband was in the room with her. She looked up at him and shot him a dead look when he tried to come close to her.