Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

Because she didn’t deserve the moral high ground she was standing on. But Sandro didn’t know that. And she wasn’t strong enough to confess it now. “So,” she said quietly, “are you cheating on me?” He said nothing. Silence was answer enough. The woman shifted uncomfortably. “I should go.” No one stopped her. When they were alone, Sandro reached for Hezekiah’s arm. She stepped back immediately. “Don’t,” she said. “Please,” he begged. “I made a mistake.” She swallowed hard. So did I.

~ Jayden ~ I can still taste her shock on my tongue. I almost can’t believe Bryan’s wife is underneath me right now. I had suspected he wasn’t the one texting me but honestly? I wanted to meet her too. She’s trembling, torn between fury and something darker. They all are at first… horny wives who meet up pretending they want answers, not touch. But the moment I lean in close enough for them to smell the gloss, the perfume, the sweat… the moment they see what their husbands have been craving, they go quiet.

“I’m saying she acted impulsively. She reacted emotionally. And sometimes, when people act on emotion, they don’t tell the full story. I just wanted to provide that perspective before any decisions are made.” The officer scribbled something in his notebook, then looked back up at her. “I understand. And you wanted to make sure we hear your side first?” “Well,” Mrs. Bennett continued, smoothing her hands over her lap, “we both know how women...wives, can be. I mean, I’m sure you’re married, and you see the way your wife acts sometimes. I’m a wife myself, and sometimes my husband drives me right over the roof. I’m sure when you look in your files there, you might see that I might have reported

"She's not just an ex-wife, she's a living saint! I heard she paid off all of the debt for him." "Marcus is about to have it made. Living off a woman is still a skill." I did not move. I merely looked down at my worn-out sneakers with the soles coming apart. "Excuse me, I've got deliveries to make," I said, my voice coming out hoarse. The veins on the back of my hand bulged as I gripped the handlebars. There was no way Shirley missed me. She probably just wanted to see if I was dead yet. Back in court, when she sobbed and testified that I embezzled company funds to support a boy toy, she had worn that same expression.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

"Oh, dear ex-husband to be, don't flatter yourself. You think this is where I want you? Trust me, I want you a hell of a lot lower than your current pathetic state, and I am not going to stop until you're there. I am going to personally make you pay for every single thing you, your mistress, and your toxic family have ever done to me." Deckard’s face turns a dark shade of red. He steps up into my personal space, his eyes flashing with malice. "Don't count your eggs before they hatch, Sydney. This city turns on a dime, and if you think for one second that I'm just going to sit back and let a nameless gutter—" "Alright, that’s quite enough out of you, Newton," Tobias interrupts smoothly, stepp

she began, "please let me repent my sins and cleanse me of impurity." Dylan stroked his cock and asked, "What do you want to repent?" She considered what to say here, how much to reveal to her still innocent daughter, yet decided to be extreme and admit the truth, foreshadowing all that was soon going to be a part of her daughter's Christian life of obedience, "I have been feeling the temptation of the devil when my vagina gets wet while at the high school." Dylan loved his wife's declaration, her mindless obedience to what he wanted, "And what exactly tempts you?"

"You even left me alone at the hospital when I had a high fever! Is that something a human being does? You’re my husband... do you have any idea how much that hurt me?" Xavier’s hand shot out, his fingers vice-like as he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. he let out a cold, sharp laugh. "So you do remember I'm your husband?" "Of course! I always knew," Chloe countered, her gaze a hazy mix of seventy percent intoxication and thirty percent clarity. "But do you ever think of me as your wife?" The Temptation of the Siren Xavier stared into her eyes, searching for a sign that she was faking this "drunkenness" to escape his wrath. Without a word, his hand moved to the damp fabric of