I Became A Virtuous Wife And Loving Mother Novels & Stories

Alice, my wife, and our newborn child, peacefully slumbering together, embodied everything that truly mattered to me in this world. I couldn't help but be amazed at the journey we had embarked upon together - the trials, challenges, moments of joy, and the depths of love we had explored. Over the past few years, we faced ups and downs that tested the very essence of our beings, yet Alice stood beside me, a beacon of unwavering strength. Looking at her now, my heart swelled with love and admiration. She was more than just my spouse; she was my partner, confidante, and unyielding pillar of support. Her determination, resilience, and fierce love for our family were qualities that I deeply cheri

D On the other hand, Dia'smother was saddened and wanted to stop her saying after marriage a girl's only priority is her husband's family not business which she worked for years to be in a higher position. But her father-in-law was against this thought and thinks for a working and ambitious person their only priority stays with their business no matter what which Dia's dad agreed with him.

I didn't know how he managed to cope till the next day. I overheard my husband in the bathroom, talking on phone with his mother, they both are like 5&6, he could jist with her for over 2hours cos she was a fun woman. "mama I'm not okay at all" he said. "what's the matter?" she asked. "ur daughter in-law, Ify is driving me crazy. Do u know that since we got married she's not performed her wifely duty to me" he said. "what wifely duty? Ify I know can cook and take care of a home, she's stayed with me for sometime" she replied. "ooo oo.... mama that's not the mean thing. She's a virgin. Every small thing, She'll say it's paining me! it's paining me! and she wouldn't allow me to do... mama u

he inquired, his curiosity piqued. A gentle chuckle escaped Isabella's lips, infused with a hint of playfulness. The complexities of her life, now intertwined with the role of a devoted wife, beckoned her attention. "If you've momentarily forgotten, I am now a wife, burdened with certain responsibilities," she responded, her tone laced with affectionate humor. The realization of her commitments, both to her husband and her new life, tugged at her conscience, reminding her of the tasks awaiting her attention.

She also claimed that ever since I regained my identity, I was withholding our sick daughter from her. She looked so pitiful, as if she had truly loved our family and me with all her heart. James sat beside her, gently holding her shoulder as he spoke up for her to the camera. "Lin is just too kind. That's why she got fooled by someone like him. He's a liar, and on top of that, he abandoned her. He's inhuman! "Don't worry, Lin. I'll always be here for you." This caused outrage to spark online. A scandal involving a wealthy family, mixed with the heart-wrenching story of a mother separated from her child, ensured the whole incident went viral.

her mother pleaded, but Ingrid refused. She opened the kitchen door and pointed at the two sisters. “You want to hear what I really think of you? Here it goes… Wait, I’ll simplify it so you won’t get confused.” She gestured dramatically. “Yes, yes—you’re the lucky virgins your husbands married. You’re the gifts, the pure, the clean, the trustworthy wives. I’m so ashamed of myself because I’m not a virgin for the man I’ll marry.” She heard Pat clapping behind her. “You go, coz! Slay them, b*tches!”

She coughs lightly, trying so hard to force out a fake solid smile to cover up the anger so evident in her eyes. Her brows moved upward, her hands sliding down slowly to rest on her waist. “I’m your wife so it shouldn’t matter if it’s not a request.” Her words get me good, her acceptance making my insides settle down a bit. But it was a battle trying to convince myself that I didn’t want to see how wide her hips were, as I followed every of her movements closely. “And no don’t flatter yourself, six months with you is enough torture for a lifetime.” Her face moved up with a frown, looking at me like I was the first comedian she’s met and a bad one at that.

She would on her side be self-devoted to all the regular wife’s business at home: the washing of her husband’s garment, the keeping clean of her children’s wears, the washing of dirty utensils, the sweeping of rooms, the cleaning or sweeping of the compound, the preparation of meals to the husband and children, and showing great love to her groom whenever he returned from the day’s work and terrible heat of the sun. If I meet unhappy pawns of oppression of circumstance, she would bear it with me. If I become poor like a pauper, she would bear my wretched condition. If I become happy, she would jubilate with me. If I become sad, she would be angry and ready to comprehend what caused my aggrav

Margaret said. Her voice shook with it. “You stood beside my son for four years and ate at his table and wore his name and the moment it was difficult you ran into the arms of another man in front of every camera in the city. You humiliated him. You humiliated this family.” Her chest rose and fell. “You are not a wife. You never were. You were a girl with a failing father who needed saving and my son saved you, and this — this — is how you repay it.”

A little girl like her couldn't have any old friends. "If you like them, take them all. Thank you for the ten dollars," I said. I never imagined my only money would come from a child. With it, I entered a small internet café, buying an hour online. I logged into the social media account that had tormented me for three years. The pinned posts were glaring. [A woman must uphold virtue, obey her husband.] [A wife should be gentle, submissive, and never complain.] [Chastity is a woman's foundation. It must be untainted and pure.]