Einstein's Wife Book Novels & Stories

She looked fucking edible. Elena had been driving me crazy for months. My wife’s little sister. Karen and I had been married three years now, we had our son, our nice house, the whole perfect life. I loved Karen. But every single day Elena came into this office in outfits like this, giving me those long, curly looks I couldn’t read. Was she teasing? Was she serious? I never knew. I just knew my cock got hard the second she walked in. I tried not to stare, really did. I’d told myself a hundred times I wouldn’t betray my wife.

"I can't be perfect, especially that marrying you have already made the devils laugh." I don't remember the details of how our not-so-normal discussion came to an end, but I am sure of one thing: I gave my husband a headache before he could even start his tiring work. Uh, the term 'husband' urges me to shriek. Well, I grew up having these kinds of conversation with other people, and sometimes worse. I am aware that others may see me as a nonsensical conversationalist. Yet too bad, I'm not going to change for them.

“It’ll be nice to see my daughter often and be there for my grandchildren. That’s very kind of you, Adrian. I’m so glad my daughter chose a good husband.” I looked at lianay, an arrogant grin on my face but she refused to look at me. She could look away all she wanted, but when she was my wife, she’d look me in the eye every night I fucked her. “I should get going. It was nice to see you.” I kissed Isabella on the cheek then turned to the door. “Liana, aren’t you going to walk your fiancé out?” Isabella asked, audibly embarrassed by her daughter’s coldness.

Dad queried all of a sudden who is sitting in the center of the table on his wheelchair since he had a stroke. “I finished in Bachelor of Science in Business Administration, major in Marketing,” my Wife replied respectfully, and she immediately got her glass of water as nervousness get to her. I can tell that she’s getting nervous, so, I grabbed her hand under the table to calm her down or give her comfort a little bit. “Where do you live?” my elder sister questioned next, and I gave her a look because how dare she to interrogate my wife? “She lived in the Philippines, where we met. Please stop asking questions. Do not pressure her,” I spoke out so, they could stop asking my wife, who is hav

On no account should my wife Find about what happened between us , act like you have never met me in your entire life and I will definitely do the same thing too. Don’t act too smart and think that you could just resign and my wife is just going to let that go to the drain , she will find out about it and trust me when I say that she will Ruin you with everything that she has . Listening to all that he said , I knew that I was in for a much bigger surprise but I wasn’t going to fall for that but instead I was disgusted . I took slow steps towards him while I was standing right in front of him . “ You know that I admit that having sex with you was one of the worst decisions that I had ever ma

My hand gripping the teacup suddenly tightened. Scalding tea splashed onto the back of my hand, but I felt nothing. Cassie watched my reaction, a flash of triumphant satisfaction crossing her eyes. She said, "20 years ago, your father, Richard Lambert, was Haven City's most famous genius designer, and my father, Bobby Wynter, was just his assistant. Your father was incredibly talented and designed a revolutionary piece of jewelry called Eternal Heart that caught the Zaharan Royal Family's attention."

On her way out, she was kicking and screaming about proving me wrong. I merely shook my head with a scoff, not taking her seriously. Two years later, I found true love with a young, talented pianist from a prestigious family. With Lynne’s blessing, we had the wedding of the century. Only at that moment did I realize that, since the beginning of time, true romantics often came from those born into privilege. A real connection could only be formed once material needs were met. Meanwhile, Krystal fell into despair when her seventh attempt to kickstart her business went bust. She took her life by stepping off the ledge.

I saw how delighted he was. Just when I thought I was just a wife with no duties or attraction. I was caught in the gap between two men. While I was looking at Ethan as he made the visitors clear out the confusion, I saw Alex grabbing his glass of wine again. This time around he was looking at me. The last time he had to look at me was when we wedded publicly in the courthouse. After the guests left, I was fatigued. I barely remembered I was pregnant. I walked sluggishly to the corridor of the mansion which led to my room.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.