Guilty Wives Novels & Stories

They knew me as their boss's wife, but today, there was something different in their gazes. "Good morning" "Good morning, Madam," they chorused in response. But as I made my way through the elevator, their uneasy stares followed me. Their smiles seemed strained. I ignored their behaviors until I caught snippets of whispered conversations that sent a chill down my spine. “She’s so pitiful, don’t you think? She has no idea what her husband is doing,” one voice murmured, followed by another adding, “Maybe the rumors about her being a bitch are true. That’s why our boss can’t stand her anymore.”

The guilt gnawed at her, but she couldn't change how she felt. She pitied Riah. She truly did. But she couldn’t give Lucas back. She wouldn’t. Even if it made her the villain in this story. Even if it made her a selfish, desperate woman. She was still his wife. They were still legally married. And as long as she held that title, she still had a chance. She had to believe that. She had to try. A shaky breath left her lips as she wiped away her tears, her resolve hardening.

All eyes turned to the table as Selena screamed at the top of her lungs. Poisoned? How? Alfred jumped to his feet, looking confused. He placed a gentle arm around his new, teary wife and yelled for someone to call an ambulance. Mary watched, depression eating deep into her soul. She watched as the man she had devoted her life to bent over another woman—her half-sister—lovingly cupped her in his arms like a baby. He rocked her as she cried… while Mary stood and watched.

" It seemed that she'd done her homework before coming. She already knew how close I'd come to dying that night. So my near-death experience finally made her feel something? Playing the devoted wife now was nothing but performance. Renee didn't react the way she used to, with coldness or anger. She just apologized, heavy with guilt. "I know I was beyond wrong. But believe me, I never wanted us to divorce. "Thomas is done. I've cut him off completely. Can we just pretend that none of this happened? I've already taken care of your mother and Megan." So everything was just supposed to snap back to the way it was? I had my own pride, and that night had been enough to sober me up permanently. The

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

All I could do was swallow my hatred and anger, watching him sleep with Nina while the bodies of me and my babies floated in the cold water. Zachary, growing uneasy at the silence, frowned deeper. "Sarah, did you hear me? If you're willing to apologize to Nina and let her be my wife, you can still stay by my side. I won't mind you giving birth to our twins, then. How about it?" How about you go to hell instead? I felt sick from the way he made it sound like he was doing me a favor. At this point, I couldn't wait to see his face when he finally laid eyes on our corpses.

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

Charmond was getting more confused, sitting on the edge of the bed until the bed creaked roughly. "That's how it is, don't you see how noble women who are not the least have to harbor grief for their husband's unfaithfulness. There are even women who directly say I am your mistress, who end up getting legally married and recognized by civil registration. Do I look like a bitch?"

I don't know why Jennifer was here but I was grateful that she was cooperating with me. Birdie told me everything she claimed Jessica told her, and just listening to it, rage quickened in my blood. Jessica has been in so much pain. She was made to suffer exceptionally. I wanted to kill her husband. How can anyone treat their wives like this for their mistress? What has happened to men of today's generations? Why don't they respect and stay loyal to their wives? Why do they have to go around cheating? It's depressing. Everywhere I see, I see conspiracies and transgressions taking place. Husbands are not loyal to their wives. Wives are not honest with their husbands.

These mob wives were mentally deranged, testing their poor workers to see if the girls would ever sleep with their husbands. “I would never betray you by having anything to do with your husband—” “Oh, shut it, this isn't a test.” She scoffed, “Do you think my husband keeps his dick in his pants? He sleeps around, and that is why you'll be able to get pregnant for him before some random whore does so first. You're respectable and worthy of carrying my future child.” I began shaking my head, utterly appalled. “I can't do that. I can't have a child this early in my life—”