Exposed Wives Novels & Stories

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!”

She hissed. She don’t care? Tsk. “Your husband is here in The Elements. He’s so drunk, maybe you want to fetch your husband??” I was suddenly nervous. Waiting for my wife’s answer. “Mara what are you saying?! He is your husband but you don’t care at all?! Did you fight?! I will let him here but what if someone took advantage of your husband’s drunk state?” She scolded her. “Mara!” I can hear frustration in her voice.

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!

“This wasn’t the first time. Before today, I had already slept with two couples during previous shoots. I just got completely carried away… but I’ve never cheated on you outside of this modeling work. Jack paid me very well, and with the money we’re making, we really can’t complain. Isn’t it great? I’m actually becoming a model now — men will be buying my photos! Jack already asked me to come back, and I agreed. I really enjoy this work, dear. I’m so glad you suggested I try it. I hope you’ll support me with my new career.” I was speechless. Not only had my wife exposed her most intimate parts to strangers, but she had willingly fucked my friend Jack and the stripper Martha — and this wasn’t

Elena It was all over the headlines the next morning. “Psychiatrist Exposes Husband’s Mistress in Shocking Courtroom Reveal.” “CEO and Mistress Under Investigation for Embezzlement Scandal.” “The Hart Marriage Wasn’t What It Seemed — Sources Reveal Years of Lies.”

How dare they expose us like that, huh? Beautiful wife, my foot! Model goddess, my puke! Happily married, my disgusting shit! I aboveboard don’t care whether they are blithely married or mirthfully divorced, or better yet, miserably nonbearing with each other in that shit of marriage! I give no freaking fuck!

Seraphina’s POV “What is this? Expired canned sardines?” Dante’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and accusing. My heart skipped a beat. “Calliope, you’ve been married to me for three years, and you still don’t know I’m allergic to nuts and seafood? Tell me what you are capable to do if you can not even be merely a housewife?” Dante, my husband, dressed in a tailored English suit, sat at the jasmine-covered dining table, looking as commanding as ever. He never allowed anyone to contradict him—not even me, his wife.