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I said calmly. Her eyes bug out then nodded. “Yes sure. I’m sorry.” After Jana left, Yelle also said her goodbye. "I'm leaving too, you're being possessive now." She said teasingly. When the two left, my husband turned to me. "What was that wife?" I raised my brow. “What do you mean?” “The thing that you just did.” I smirked. “I thought you want me to get jealous and be possessive of you?” Suddenly he bit his lower lip. It seems like he is keeping himself from smiling. He kissed and hugged me tightly. "That's my girl!" He whispered.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

Rage burned so hot and bright I felt my vision haze. The picture was of Stephanie naked in bed, fast asleep on Carter's chest as he kissed her forehead and one hand on her breast to cover her modesty. It almost looked believable, like a screensaver someone might have of their wife. It looked tender and loving, and worse, proof that they had consummated their marriage, meaning it would be impossible for me to annul and overturn.

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

Something exotic and intoxicating. She was finally mine now. My wife. My Georgia. She stood at the foot of the massive canopy bed, a vision of trembling beauty and untouched perfection. Her fingers were twisted in the sheer lace of her nightgown white, of course. Fitting. The virginal fabric kissed her soft thighs, delicate and transparent enough that I could see the shadow of her nipples peeking through. And fuck, those trembling little peaks were begging for a mouth.