Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

she shouted. Greg looked up lazily. “I’m clearly cleaning stains from my wife’s face, Jane. You can see that, can’t you?” Jane swallowed the words confusedly. “Wife? I am your wife. We are legally married, Greg.” He smiled. “Sorry to tell you this, but our marriage was fake. I actually married Lila, not you.” He leaned back comfortably. “I was only with you because I had a mission.” Laughter burst around the room, and Jane looked from face to face.

But I know she can't see me as my car windows are tinted. I saw disappointment on Melvin's face and guessed her answer. But soon he was stopped by her. Then after a brief conversation, Melvin came and informed me that she agreed. I kept a straight face as if it doesn't matter. But I was relieved that she agreed. Otherwise, I will be doomed in front of Grandpa. Melvin was checking the documents, while he said I can sit inside the office to quickly do the procedures. I agreed as I have already wasted enough precious time for today. When I stepped out unknowingly my eyes took a glimpse of her again. our eyes got locked, but as she could not bear my intimidating stare she looked down. And a smal

His stance looked intimidating, but in reality, it lacked coherence and his strength was widely dispersed. I effortlessly intercepted his attack, then used a shoulder throw to slam him forcefully onto the road. I warned him, "No matter who you are, stay away from my wife. Don't think I don't know you're tailing her. Next time, I won't let you live to see tomorrow." "What? You say Fiona?" The man was dumbfounded, "You, you're Fiona's husband? No, it's impossible. She loves me, she's always loved only me. You two conspired together to stage a fake act, didn't you! You fraud!"

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It hurts! Let me go!" In the meantime, Mia played the footage for the middle-aged woman. "Here's the truth." From the footage, she could see her husband entering the store with another lady holding hands to purchase a bracelet. It was the exact same design as hers! Mia recounted, "Your husband bought it from Martiana, but he gifted it to the mistress. Since you might smell the rat from his large expenses, he gave you a fake one to cover his deeds." Realizing the truth, the middle-aged woman began throwing punches at her husband. "Explain to me this instant! Who's that vixen in the footage!"

"Everyone knows he spoils his wife. Classic Jurg move." The room buzzed with envy. Zachary clutched my hand like he was the dream husband. All I could do was laugh inside. My chest felt iced over. Frozen solid. This grand public love story? Total act. Behind the scenes, the real title belonged to someone else. He gave me a fake name, a fake life—while legally tying himself to another woman. What a sick joke. As soon as I sat down, a sharp cramp hit my lower stomach. I pressed a hand there.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

"Why would I lie? Go to the operating room, and you'll see for yourself! Stop wasting time! If you don't go now, it'll be too late to save her!" As he reached out to grab my arm, I stepped back swiftly, avoiding his touch. My eyes narrowed as I studied him, my tone carrying a note of skepticism. "Are you serious?" "Of course I'm serious! Do you think I'd joke about something like this?" he snapped, his frustration boiling over. My voice turned cold, cutting through his indignation like ice. "If that's the case, then why did you, a friend, hear the news before me, her husband? Were you two together last night?"

"You're here because Kane has people watching you. Because Jane betrayed you. Because you made a choice to impersonate someone for money without considering the consequences." "And how long will you hold that over me?" Her voice cracked. "When does my sentence end?" Something shifted in his expression—a moment of genuine regret quickly masked. "It's not a sentence." "Then what is it? What am I to you? A possession? A prisoner? A project?" He stepped closer, backing her against the wall. "You're my wife." "On paper only." "Is that what you think?" His hand cupped her face, thumb brushing her cheek. "That kiss wasn't paperwork, Lyra."

So it was clear that dying would be an insult to the gods that has been guarding us and taking care of us due the longest times, I had to make whoever has been doing that proud, I am not going to slack off simply because I did not get that one thing that I wanted but looking back it is safe to say that I actually got it, I married him and in our history it would be known that I did , technically I would end up being his first wife who had to move on due to the fact that he chose his mate, I started laughing realizing how cliche it is, because in the real sense she is the real wife I was the impostor.

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.