Romans & histoires I Am The Real Wife

she urged, looking invested in the conversation. “His wife, the woman I thought was my mother wasn’t. She’s actually his first love, I don’t know her name but he knows it and who she is. His real wife, my real mother has been abducted by her for sometime now, a long time and she has been impersonating her perfectly we didn’t realize my mother was gone,” “Wait wait wait wait. What are you saying? Like what the fuck?” Thea shut her up with her response barging in the narration, her face scrunching up into more confusion. She’s making sense but not really!

Catherine replied. "What if you are just imagining things? What if he had no idea? Just let him know because I am afraid you may end up in bed with him soon, the way you are going." Mira said. "You know that won't be possible. No matter how horny I may be, I can't just end up in bed with some man just like that" Catherine replied. "But James is not some man and you know that. Both of you share a bond that no one can easily break. Listen to me Cathy go back to the love of your life and tell him the truth" Mira insisted.

He lowered his head in shame as he added. "I have no excuses for my behavior or thoughtlessness here, but I believed all the lies told by the Aprices. While I don’t have any proof, and I have not looked into her, I believe my wife is a decent person and not at all like the promiscuous gold-digger the Aprices painted her to be.” “I treated my wife horribly. I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember how she looked or how old she was then. I don’t remember anything about her at all. I don’t know where she is. Until a few hours ago, I had forgotten I was even married."

“What we have right now seems real.” “Seem?” I stared at her, and she stared back. She rolled her eyes. “I feel it’s real. Do you?” “Yes, beautiful. What we have for each other is real, including our marriage. You’re my wife, and I’d love to keep it that way.” “Then it’s a deal.”

He hummed, returning his jaw to nest in my head. “For the millionth time. I’m not your real wife. I’m your fake wife. Your acting wife. Our marriage is contractual!” I huffed, trying to wiggle out of his grip. Why couldn’t he just get it? Why was he so insistent on addressing me as his real wife? “It is, but according to our contract, you are my real wife, even though it’s just for five years.” He said. “That’s not true.” I hissed. He was twisting everything for his pleasure.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

My heart leapt—I braced for the concrete to meet me—when a strong arm caught me instead. I looked up, startled, and my breath caught in my throat. Him. I jerked my gaze away instantly, pulling upright. Adjusting the strap of my dress where it had slipped off my shoulder, I tried to compose myself. “W-Were you following me? Where’s your WIFE?” I asked sharply, spitting out the last word like venom. We were so close I could feel the heat of him, dangerously close to leaning into his chest. “Apparently,” he said smoothly, “my fake wife is off somewhere looking for a date. While I’d much rather go home with my real wife.”

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

I let the silence stretch. "Katia Kensington is my wife," I said. "She has been my wife for seven years. The marriage is legal, registered, and entirely real. I am aware that neither of us has made this public. I am aware that the circumstances of our marriage are complicated. Those circumstances are private, and they will remain private." I held the cameras' gaze. "But the suggestion that she invented a husband to protect her reputation ends tonight. She did not invent anything. I exist. I am here. And I will not have her called a liar for a marriage I have not done enough to make visible." The room erupted.