Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

“I swear, everything I'm about to say is true,” my mother's voice came over Daley's phone. I could hear the frustration and despair in her voice, as if she were saying her last words. “My name is Serena Wilson and I am Mikeal Green's wife. My husband is a businessman on the surface, but he has been dealing in arms secretly. To win over the officers, he presented me as a gift to an officer named Mickle Blanton. I was forced to behave like a p.rostitute for a month. And Mikeal Green was able to conduct an arms deal here. Not only that, but I also know that Mickle Blanton used his power to privately resell the arms purchased by the state to third-world countries through Mikeal. Their actions ha

"I wouldn't count on that. It turns out some men have limits to what they'll tolerate from their wives like assaulting innocent women for example.” "Your wife wasn't innocent!" Gloria spar, slamming her hand against the glass. "She blackmailed me! She stole from me! She deserved everything I did to her!" "No," I said quietly. "She didn't. And that's why I'm here." "What are you doing?" Gloria asked, suspicion in her voice.

Alex smiled again, “Get my wife another card. Clearly she’s maxed the first one out.” Jillian Bedlam, Ramona Gianni and Emilia Cortez. The three wives of the prominent mafia bosses, with the exception of Cortez who wasn’t part of the union all sipped on their jasmine tea. Elegance, poise and grace clearly shown in these three women as they waited patiently for the latest addition to their clique. “She’s late.” Jillian commented bitterly with a scowl on her face, “Who does she think she is?” “Patience Jill.” Emilia chuckled softly as she bit into one of the crumpets on her saucer, “I’m pretty sure it’s traffic. You know these younglings and their incompetence when it comes to being punctual,

There she was, frantically pulling her clothes back on. The woman I had sworn to love for the rest of my life, my wife, Ysabel Walter. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks still flushed. The designer heels I’d bought her were tossed aside like garbage. Her clothes were in disarray, baring a glimpse of those unfamiliar lace panties. “Ysabel, come out here and explain.” My voice was unusually cold. Her face was drained of color. Her hands trembled as she straightened her clothes, standing up slowly from the bushes and unable to meet my gaze.

“All you wanted was for this entire family to see Nara as a villain! And you were ready to go to the absolute limits for it! You played with our family’s reputation just to destroy an innocent woman! How dare you?! HOW DARE YOU FRAME MY WIFE?!” The room went completely, suffocatingly still. My parents and Aunt Ophelia stood frozen, staring at me in total horror. “You watched everyone point their accusing fingers at her!” I screamed, the tears finally spilling down my face as the crushing guilt tore my chest open. “You watched Mom slap her! You watched her get dragged out of this house in handcuffs by the police like a common criminal! And you didn’t say a single word! You sat back, enjoyed t

Axelina looked at the guilty face of her husband. “I've forgotten,” said Axelina with a smile on her beautiful face. Amar really felt guilty because he had put a wound on his wife's heart. An unforgivable wound. When he recalled those times, Amar felt he was not much different from an animal. He was so evil that he treated his wife like she was inhuman. Amar sits silently. Staring out the airplane window with many thoughts on his mind. Axelina, who saw her husband was silent, felt guilty. Because she shouldn't have remembered what her husband had done to her in the past.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just drowned in the juice. Well, you're right, no wife will allow their husband to be robbed. But we also can't say that others are rich who are having an affair or committing a mistake." "I agree, there are so many people doing it now. Choosing other women than their own family and some women choose to be mistresses." I agree. We talked until we finished eating and went around. Even though we have only just met, she is kind and sociable. Jhazzy POV I didn't expect Thunder's wife and me to cross paths, I came one day that destiny was with me. She trusts me so easily. What could Thunder like about her is that she can't seem to break dishes.

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

From there, Glara and Martha just find out that the waiter is Damian. "Damian?" Glara and Martha say simultaneously. Instead of feeling guilty or frightened, Damian laughs sarcastically. "My two ex-wives meeting, discussing a coalition? Or a movement to catch me? Ah, it seems difficult because you're different, Glara is still surrounded by wealth while you," Damian says, pausing to point in Martha's direction. "You've become poor. Isn't my game fun?" Damian adds with a thunderous laughter. In the blink of an eye, Bhuvi's subordinates have successfully handcuffed Damian. "Hey, what is this? My game isn't over yet! Let me go, you bastard!"

All for a woman who would never see it. Everyone has wounds they don't want to tell others about, I thought as I shut off the water and reached for a towel. Mine were visible for the world to see—pregnant and divorced, betrayed by my husband and stepsister. But Nate's were buried deep, only revealed through yearly garden photos and an empty house in the 16th arrondissement. I was drying my hair when Scarlett returned, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking across the suite's marble entrance announcing her arrival.