Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

They exchanged a quick look with eachother, and then both women shook their heads in unison. “Absolutely not,” they said, their voice firm. “We would never do such a thing.” “We are not responsible for her loss,” my third wife added with a slight sneer, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of something darker. “Lucia’s grief is clouding her judgment.” I didn’t know what to believe. But Lucia’s wild accusations lingered in my mind. Could it really be true? The thought gnawed at me, but I quickly pushed it aside. There was no evidence, no reason to suspect my wives of such cruelty.

I explain to her as she keeps staring at her hands. “You know the cause of The Witnesses, and you did not represent that, you needed to be dealt with,” I add, causing her to finally raise her head and look me in the eye. “So who gives you the right to deal with me?” She laughs humorlessly. “The Witnesses is about women who have been hurt and mistreated by men and love; you were cheating on your husband!” I say loudly, and I notice that my words have the desired effect on her. She looks broken.

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

"We aren't a rebellion, Ivy. We aren't a one-night stand. If you let this happen... if you let us touch you... we don't stop. Do you understand? We don't share." "But my husband..." "Fuck your husband," Dante spat. "He forfeited his rights the moment he touched another woman." Silas’s thumb brushed my bottom lip. "Last chance, Ivy. The door is unlocked." I looked at the door. I pictured my life outside. The cold dinners. The fake smiles. The scent of other women on Grant’s shirts. Then I looked at them. The heat. The intensity. The obsession. "I don't want the door," I whispered.

— Adrian emerged from the sleek black car, his appearance exuding an air of sophistication that commanded attention. The evening sun cast a golden hue on his perfectly styled hair, and his piercing blue eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. As he approached Lillian, his gaze never wavered, fixed upon her like a predator eyeing its prey. This woman was his wife and couldn’t be more thankful. Lillian, clad in the same black dress that she had worn to collect her wedding certificate. It accentuated her curves, radiated confidence with every step she took. Her eyes, a deep shade of sapphire, shone with an inner strength that matched her graceful demeanor.

“Please mom, go on.” “Gwen was pregnant with Noah’s baby. She had always been jealous of me for some reason, but somehow decided to stay close to me. When she gave birth to you, I knew it was my husband’s baby, but I didn’t want to say anything. Noah kept on going out and I bumped into Piero and we got to know each other more. Eventually, I exposed your father and Wendy publicly. If I didn’t do it that way, he would turn the cards against me and destroy my reputation. Wendy and Noah parents ended up in jail.” Natalia said and looked at Delilah’s face before continuing.

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

She ought to have known, really—if you could betray your own wife who picked you up from the gutters and made you who you are, who could ever be safe from you? You must consider women useless objects to discard after use. First, your innocent wife, Marianne, then you betrayed Mildred too. Even Britney isn’t spared. She’s your wife now, yet, right in front of her eyes, you flaunt your mistress, uncaring of her tears. Again, I ask—who the hell do you think you are?" Tony swallowed hard, his defiance crumbling. He lowered his eyes, unable to refute my words. I turned to the officers, giving them a nod. They quickly approached and cuffed him, reading his rights as they began to list his crimes.

They took multiple women at once, leading them up the grand staircase to the first floor, their figures disappearing into the shadows of the upper level. Their wives, meanwhile, did nothing. They didn't even flinch. Instead, they took a central position in the room, their posture regal and their faces devoid of emotion. They had already asserted their dominance in the other room, and now they settled in to enjoy the spectacle, completely unfazed by their husbands' blatant infidelity. It was a jarring and twisted reality. The women, so territorial and venomous with each other, seemed to have no qualms about their husbands' actions. In this world, power was the only thing that mattered, and ev

The first thing anyone who cared about the business world saw when they got on the internet was a picture of Rafael with Belinda. Rafael Nikolaidis was cheating on his wife. Adrea Galanis’ husband was cheating on her. That was the heading. Everywhere. Felix saw it and thought that it was hilarious. His brother and Belinda were being cursed to high heaven. Delight was too small a word for the emotion lighting up his heart. Finally, someone saw him as who he was. An unloyal, untrustworthy man.