Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

All I knew, with a desperate certainty, was that I wanted my husband back. "But how can you say that? You didn't see him. He has another woman, a mistress! He has been having her all these years. They have a child. She is pregnant. They're expecting another baby!" "I understand what you're saying, dear," my mother-in-law said calmly. "I need you to relax. I know it's all-new, and you're still in denial, but that is the reality of things. It is true; Ryan does have another woman, a mistress. They do have a child together. They are expecting another child. But you are forgetting that you're the wife."

Too busy looking through the papers he had before him, he seemed ready to ignore whatever she had to say. "I'm not guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring. If I'm guilty of anything, I'm guilty of being a redheaded woman. If I'm guilty of anything, I'm guilty of being beautiful and sexy and all those bitches are the real witches," she said looking at and pointing to the wives and the girlfriends of the men who convicted her. They are the ones who are jealous of me because their men want me more than they want them," said Jessalyn.

"I'm warning you." "Warning me?" She stepped closer, her face inches from mine. "You're warning me? I'm your wife, Damian. Your wife. I've given you three years of my life. My body. My time. My business connections. I've stood by you through everything—through the memory lapses, through the coldness, through the way you've been drifting away from me for months. And this is how you repay me? By fucking another man's wife in your grandmother's house?" A servant appeared in the doorway—a young woman in a gray uniform, her face pale with fear. "Ma'am? Is everything—"

"What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?" The whole hallway froze. Jared's crew just gawked. Everyone knew Jared had never touched her. Lucia had been hopelessly loyal, and the jokes were just that—jabs to humiliate, not actual suspicion. No one thought she'd ever cross the line. But now? Jared's face went ice-cold. "What did you just say?" Lucia's smile only sharpened. "Did I lie? If you can't satisfy me, what's wrong with grabbing a little something on the side—ah!"

she searched for the word, “awake.” I looked at my wife. At the genuine warmth with which she was observing Scarlet Benson, the complete absence of suspicion, the simple human appreciation of a woman noticing another woman’s happiness. The guilt hit me differently in this moment than it had at any other point. Not the abstract guilt of a decision made in an office or the specific guilt of sitting across a dinner table with Maya’s hopeful folder between us. This was the particular guilt of watching your wife admire the woman you are sleeping with and finding nothing in her face except warmth and goodwill and the complete trust of a person who has never been given a reason to look for what is

I couldn't read anything from him while waiting for what I'm about to say. "The man you own as your husband is my real husband. I'm the legal wife!" I firmly said. She furrowed her brows and walked towards me. "What did you say?!" she said shakily. "You heard it right? His real name was Hezekiah Leric Grant! And I am his legal wife!" Shock registered on her face, lips quivered so bad. Her knees suddenly weakened. Her eyes pooled with tears as she tried to catch her breath while holding her chest.

The people felt like it was a betrayal , but then he was able to turn the table around and named her to be a cheating wife and that was the only reason he got married to another woman . A cheating wife was the last thing that the people expected from the young mistress but when they saw the proof , they couldn’t help but fall to his tricks , he was indeed lucky for getting away from such wife , she was indeed a pretender , how dare she pretend to be a good woman but yet she was a witch and even a demon , she indeed deserved all she got . “ Beep Beep , that was the only sound that scarlet could hear as she slept but the next moment her eyes flew open and it met the unfamiliar white ceiling “

"Don't take it seriously, huh? But don't ignore what I say either. I'm just concerned... that you two might end up together despite saying that you're just friends." "I just hope... cheating husbands will run out of excuses to cover up their good things in life." Now it's Henrix' time to shine bright to my eyes. "Is it not? I hope they’ll run out of excuses soon. What about us, their wives, who wait for them every night? When they didn't realize that they were working overtime, it turned out that they were hooking up with the one they were working for-" "Gwen, let's go. I'll take you-”