Exposed Wives Novels & Stories

“Sorry. I just became used to calling you that way when I learned that you’re truly my wife—” “Ex-wife. We are no longer together, Gray. And will you please stop calling me Jane? I don’t know who are the people that you informed about my real identity, but please! I don’t want more people to know what I am hiding,” I interrupted him for the second time. Can’t he realize that I hid who I truly am for a reason? He even asked me that thing when he went to my house. “I didn’t tell anyone aside from the people I trusted the most, Jane…”

"A wise ex-husband should behave like he's dead. Take good care of the people around you." After that, Emily turned around and left, leaving behind Hunter, whose face was as dark as water, and Veronica, who was trembling with anger.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

But how could he, if he had no heir? Emelia’s chest tightened as she recalled the desperation in his eyes. “Do you know what my people will call me if this comes out?” he had whispered. “Nwoke na-adịghị ike. A weak man. A curse. And worse, they will call you barren. You, Emmy. They won’t care whose fault it is. You’ll bear the shame with me.”a His words had sliced through her like a blade, because she knew he was right. In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame.

“My boss waited, trusted you—put his honor on the line because you assured him the woman would be in his bed that night.” James blinked in panic. “W-what?” “Don’t act stupid,” the man growled, stepping closer, the air between them charged. “You sold her. You sold your wife like a piece of meat. And now? My boss is furious. You gave him the wrong woman.” James’s mouth fell open in horror. “What? No! No brothers, I swear—I sent her to that hotel room myself. She walked in. I saw her enter the suite—my wife! Rita!” he said, his voice rising, desperate, pleading. “I did everything right!”

"Fine fine. I'm here in the Philippines. And I'm just wondering if your free today? Just want to hangout and catch up with my best friend after you reject me." I smiled. "Not today I'm on leave. Maybe tomorrow?" My husband glared at me. But I just ignore him. "Okay Mara! See you tomorrow then!" "Yes see you! Bye!" After the call my husband confronted me. "And what was that wife?" "What?" "Your going out with your ex suitor?" He ask me in a serious tone. "His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on."

The imagination of his hard dick inside of me again, making me moan. “ Continue babe, you wanted to say something about your ex-wives. What really happened?” This whole thing about my own husband having a number of ex-wives is just fucking scary. Like how can I marry a man before knowing he’s been married multiple times? Is it really worth my attention? I’ve successfully turned him on. He should speak soon. “ I actually killed one of them. She… she…” he said halfway, he had falling on my chest, his eyes dropping waters. My pussy tripping.

I avert my eyes from the damn tv. What kind of a shitty morning is this? Who leaked those damn photos? No, actually, the question should be, since when did someone’s private shit become a public affair? I am not campaighning for that son of a bitch because I don’t care whether they drag his name to the mud or to the eternal hell, but me and my child? How dare they expose us like that, huh? Beautiful wife my foot! Model goddess my puke! Happily married, my disgusting shit! I aboveboardly don’t care whether they are blithely married or mirthfully divorced or better still, miserably nonbearing with each in that shit of marriage! I give no freaking fuck!