I Am The Real Wife Novels & Stories

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

I was helping a client catch his cheating girlfriend. After I snapped a photo of her with another man, my client sent it to her and called her in a fury. The next second, my wife's voice came through the phone. "Aww, baby, don't be mad. You're the other man too!" Her voice was sweet and gentle, but the words carried a mocking edge. My client froze. "What... do you mean?" She answered with eerie calm. "There are seven men ahead of you. But I only have one husband, and his name is Theo." Theo… That's my name.

“That’s the thing, Nathan: you are not going to lose me because you never had me. I am not your person, Nathan. Never has and will never be.” I told him. “You are my person, Chelsea. My wife. My woman.” Was he really saying all of that to me? Just like that? “But I am not! I am not your real wife and definitely not your real woman. Your wife is Esther, and she will probably be back soon.” I don’t know that, but I have a feeling Esther will be back soon, and she will take her place as his real wife. A wife he won’t mind showing off to the public.

"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.

When I arrived and stepped into the elevator, several employees were chatting excitedly. "Did you hear? Ms. Hart finally revealed the husband she's been secretly married to all these years." "I never would've guessed it was her longtime assistant. It's like something straight out of a novel." "Ms. Hart? You mean…" My voice trembled, and so did my entire body. "Ms. Quinn Hart, of course. How do you not even know that?" Just then, the elevator doors opened. Quinn stood outside, looking anxious. Before I could react, she grabbed my arm and hurried me toward a conference room.

I typed another message. Did I give birth to Daniel? A photograph appeared. It showed me in a hospital bed, exhausted but smiling, with a newborn baby resting against my chest. I covered my mouth. The date on the photograph matched the medical records. I had given birth. I had held my son. And someone had made sure I forgot. Another message arrived. Your husband wasn’t the only person who visited you that night. Before I could reply, the sender called. I answered immediately. “Who are you?”

“I need an investigation done. On my husband, Andrew Evans. He’s the CEO of Evans Global Holdings.” “Go on.” “I suspect he’s having an affair,” I said. “I saw him with a woman on a local livestream a few days ago. I believe her name is Victoria Dell. She’s on the Kingsten academy school board. But there's a complication. Someone at my husband's company referred to her as Mrs. Evans. And yesterday, Victoria herself claimed that her husband is the CEO of Evans Global Holdings.” “I see,” George replied. “Send me everything you have. Photos, names, locations.”

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa

"You changed me, Adriana. You are not a monster, you are my wife and you have a beautiful heart. You are only saying this because you don't remember everything about you and I don't care if you don't remember but I want you to remember something, I love you." Ema stared at the good man for a second and had another flash. She sniffled and obeyed her instincts, Their lips locked.

So it was clear that dying would be an insult to the gods that has been guarding us and taking care of us due the longest times, I had to make whoever has been doing that proud, I am not going to slack off simply because I did not get that one thing that I wanted but looking back it is safe to say that I actually got it, I married him and in our history it would be known that I did , technically I would end up being his first wife who had to move on due to the fact that he chose his mate, I started laughing realizing how cliche it is, because in the real sense she is the real wife I was the impostor.