Novel & Cerita Dutch Wife

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

Chapter Seven Mara POV Dorothy Voss was not what I expected. I had built her in my head as formidable. Elegant, yes, but cold in the way money made people cold. What walked through my door, slowly, with a cane she clearly resented, was something else entirely. She was small, sharp-eyed, and she looked at Lily the way starving people looked at food. Like she had been waiting a long time and was trying very hard not to show it. Lily, who trusted no one quickly, walked straight up to her.

“Take me home, Aries.” Caspian's shoulders fell, and his eyes became sullen. Juliette laughed wickedly. “She's your wife, but she's going home with another man. She's more like a slut to me.” She smirked. Caspian turned to her angrily, his eyes looking so dangerously dark. “Don't call her that, Elle.”

She quickly stood and ran to hug her husband. Nathan turned his head away, half amused and half embarrassed by his parents’ over-the-top affection. “What’s wrong? Surprised to see me back already?” Hermawan playfully tapped his wife’s pointed nose with a warm smile. Not many knew that Mawar’s real name was Rose Juliet—an English woman who had left everything behind for love. But Hermawan preferred to call her “Mawar,” the Indonesian word for “Rose,” and from then on, that name became the one everyone knew.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

she countered, her hand stopping just inches from his lips. The faint afterscent of strawberry from her skin wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into the trap she had laid. She tilted her chin up, her voice dropping to a whisper meant only for him. “I’m your wife, Nikolai. And I want to be your woman too. I want to take this marriage to another level and become your real wife. Not just on paper, but also in your heart.”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

"You know what I mean, Bartie. You got married to an ordinary Duchy maid and you want your daughter to do the same?" Duke Bartholomew got angry and stood up. "You have absolutely no right to talk about my wife like that. Who gave you that right?!", He shouted. "It's the truth, Bartie. You-" He got angry more and held her by the neck almost squeezing the life out of her. "Father!", Lady Sophie said. "No one talks about my wife like that. Nobody! Including you!", He said still holding her by the neck while she struggled for him to let go.

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.