El Esposo Piadoso Novels & Stories

Eve I’m living with a pod person. That’s the only logical explanation. The aliens came down during the storm two days ago, abducted my sociopathic, work-obsessed, emotionally constipated husband, and replaced him with this version. Dominik Grimaldi 2.0. I’m sitting at the breakfast table, nursing a double espresso that’s bitter enough to wake the dead. Across from me, Dominik is holding the Financial Times. Usually, this is a contact sport. He attacks the paper, scanning for threats, barking orders at Enzo, and checking three phones simultaneously.

"If you're done," said Aiden , pausing his wolfing down of his breakfast, "it's a little different since that woman is my wife." Jojo looked as if he was about to say something but Aiden growled at him. Jojo shrugged muttering something like ' people can't even take a joke '. Troy shook his head, as he placed one more plate at the table for Giselle. "Yes it is simply fabulous to hear about my husband 's nightly adventures, thank you for letting me know," she said to Jojo sweetly.

Adam asked again. Jes took a sip of saliva. Her tongue was stiff to answer if she was Adam's wife. "I ... I ... I ..." She replied stammering. Seeing Adam who was about to open his mouth, Jes immediately answered Adam's question. "I am Adam Wilson's wife." The answer quickly and loudly. Adam smiled faintly. Getting recognition from Jes is enough to make her happy, especially if Jes really accepts Adam as her real husband. "Then who is a wife to dress up for?"

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

"We can get remarried! Shiloh, I don't believe you've stopped loving me. You must still be jealous!" I was speechless by his audacity. At that moment, a cab pulled up in front of the hotel. Peyton hurried out of the car with her slightly visible rounded belly. She forcefully separated me and Christian, adopting the stance of a righteous wife. "Honey! Didn't you say you were going to the office? Why are you here tangled up with another woman?" Christian pried her hand off him. "Peyton, calm down! Shiloh isn't just some other woman. She's my—"

Eros made a clanking noise with the spoon against his flute, which prompted Adonis to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Good evening, everyone,” Eros began. “Today we’re all gathered here to celebrate the holy union of the capo and his beautiful husband.” Oh, God. Everyone laughed. Eros was clearly a little too drunk out of his limits. “I know, Adonis Vitale with a wife might seem like a bit of a surprise, but if you had a wife this beautiful, you’d know why he kept her hidden for all these years. But hey, don’t take her for a simple woman. She knows how to kick asses better than most men present here.”

An intimate kiss was landed by Apollo Frias exactly on his wife’s pair of sexy, pinky and adorable lips. Columba Rajadi smiled more and more warmly. Her love expanded bigger and wider inasmuch as she was pregnant with her husband’s future seed inside her body. Moreover, it was because she had such a kind-hearted husband who would love her for the rest of their lives. She was sure they could be together until death tore them apart.

Passing through the empty room, Chadwick stood in front of the second door and is about to knock. “Your husband brought the woman he loves in your house?!” Chadwick’s hand halted when he heard the loud woman’s voice from the inside. “P-President, how did you… I mean, w-why… I get it that you and him only married for business purposes. But this is too much. He’s too much.” The grip around the paper-bag has tightened. “He is disrespecting you, Ma’am!” Hansel added. ‘That’s right. I must accept that I disrespected Adira,’ Chadwick regretted silently. Even if Adira annoyed him for forcing him to have a sex with him, being with Isa and letting her inside their house is disrespectful for his wife.

I heard him breathe, then the voice came with a smile, "For I do know what I'm about to do." I listened to his footsteps. "Everyone calm down. I have business with just one person, and yes, ma'am, I mean your son." "what the fuck is all this shit, Don Adler" Enzo's brave voice seemed forced, "Eto moya grebanaya svad'ba!" –This is my damn wedding!– "Adler Domenico?" Greg's mutters of unbelief came through, and as I watched, he swiftly turned and began to sneak out of the church.

“No importa cómo te dirijas a mí, pero lo cierto es que soy la esposa de Pablo. Todavía me eligió a mí antes que a tu culo de zorra. (It doesn't matter how you address me, but the fact remains that I am Pablo's wife. He still chose me over your slutty ass.” The sharp words were a huge jab to Cilia’s ego, but she also knew where to make Rafela hurt the most. “¿Entonces, dónde está él ahora? ¡Ups! Está muerto y enterrado. ¡Jajajaja! Eso sólo te convierte en una viuda amargada, mientras que yo tengo sexo todos los días. (So, where is he now? Oops! He's dead and buried. Hahahaha! That only makes you a bitter widow, while I get laid every day.”