Freeuse Wife Novels & Stories

Looking at Jared's resentful expression, Nicole felt as though she had truly done something to wrong him. She wanted to explain things clearly and hoped he would not be angry about this misunderstanding. However, Lawrence said indifferently, "Mr. Johnston, even though she's your wife, she should have the freedom to make friends. Besides that, she doesn't even remember you." This was a reminder to Jared not to unilaterally call Nicole his wife. Nobody knew how things would turn out as Nicole had not acknowledged their relationship.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Laura beat him to the punch and it frustrated him how quick she was at these things. "No take back," she reminded him. "I was tired of being your fiancée so I decided to upgrade my status to wife. It took me a painfully long time to actually ask my father for some help to get everything done legally so don't complain! At least now you don't have to go through that blockhead to make me Mrs Boey. I did all the muscle work. Aren't you glad?"

Moon let out a scoff. “Married couples aren’t supposed to live apart. If they live apart, can you even call them husband and wife? Mr. Zane is wrong in this.” Nathan felt a sharp pang in his chest. So, Moon believed that married couples should stay together. Yet, in his past life, she had taken Xavier with her and left him alone to take care of Yara in the compound. Did that mean that, in her heart, Xavier was her true husband and Nathan was only someone who was there to care for Yara and serve her parents?

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

“What?” I walked back into the room, leaving the door open for him. “My wife walked in here looking like pure sex, sucked my soul out through her pussy, rode my cock until she came twice, and then left me with a rock-hard dick and blue balls. She fucked me and walked out like it was nothing.” Zane followed me in, shaking his head like he could not believe what he was hearing. “And by ‘used,’ you mean she came a couple of times and then left you hanging while you were still trying to cum?”

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain