Fiction Made Me His Wife Novels & Stories

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

They told me if I agreed to the marriage, they’d transfer her to a private hospital and use their connections to get her a donor match faster. So I married Lucian. And now it’s been one month. Vanessa just found out Lucian’s leg isn’t actually crippled. So she showed up at my door today—demanding I give her husband back. “Vanessa, this isn’t some kids’ game where you can just switch whenever you feel like it.” I felt this tight, frustrated knot in my chest.

That's all you have to come up with an answer. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of being married. I had just fallen out of a terrible excuse of a husband who had left me for death. The same man who, by some twist of fate, is hell bent on making me marry another man, however unbeknownst to him. I let out a sigh, as my shaky hands found their way to my stomach. I had lost my womb and wasn't sure I ever wanted marriage—even if it was fake.

Both men laughed, and Chris said, “I was telling you my story, so fucking keep quiet and let me finish the story of me and my evil wife.” “Evil wife?” They were both laughing and remarked in unison, “Primadonna and evil, they actually match.” They burst out into fits of laughter. “I married her after three months of fucking; as I said, it must have been the pussy. Guess what? She told me she was pregnant, and I decided to introduce her to my family. Only to find out that she was my brother’s woman. I thought she was all that, but she fucked my useless brother.”

"But~I am your wife." "That's absurd. My wife is dead. Long dead." He momentarily smirked at her but then, he stood. "Our lawyers will speak to you for the conditions." He escorted Karmina to the car that they shared. "Finally, we could relax a little bit." "What are you going to do with your fake wife?" She asked as she settled on the other side. He climbed up the car and sat on the other side. "Kicked her out of the house." He shrugged. "She had taken some of my money and I have to get it back."

In the end, I still said quietly, "Let's get a divorce." Doug immediately snapped, grabbing me and forcing a kiss on me. "You want a divorce over something this small? Stop making a scene. You're mine, dead or alive!" I curved my lips into a faint smile. It didn't matter. The marriage certificate was fake anyway. And soon enough, I really would "die" right in front of him. Two hours later, Chad came and took me from the house. When Doug rushed over, disheveled, Chad was calmly wiping down his gun with a white glove, his tone lazy.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

So, I stood my ground and said no without hesitation. Gavin knew damn well I'd never give up my study without a fight. So, to break me and to hand Natasha what she wanted, he staged this ridiculous amnesia act. With his arm around her, he declared, "The love of my life is my wife. And whatever she says, goes." A few colleagues watching the scene smiled at me. "See? Mr. Chapman still loves you! He's just confused and thinks Natasha is you now." Gavin had always kept up the act of a devoted husband in front of others. I was the only one who knew it was all a lie.

"I don't regret what we did, I had your approval so there is nothing I should feel bad about. But repeating it...I am sorry but it's not possible" Her palms were clenched in fists as she stared at him with pain and madness. "So you mean to say that now that you have fuc*** me like a fuc*** toy...you are to discard me!! Do you take me to be one of your disgusting who** Ashton!! I am your legally married wife for god sake!!!" "Lower your voice .... don't start your drama now!" He spoke unaffected by her words. Drama? Her emotions...they were a drama for him?

I commented. I made her seat in front of me and hug her from behind. She is resting her back in my chest. I kissed her forehead. It is just like it was yesterday when she asks me the work of being a fake husband. That is the ridiculous thing I heard but the most wonderful thing I agreed with. I, Wilson Martinez, the fake husband now the real one is signing off.