I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible Novels & Stories

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

Marcus As we climb the grand marble staircase leading into the venue, an immense wave of pride washes over me with Sarah secure on my arm. She is, without a single shadow of a doubt, the most breathlessly beautiful woman in this entire room. Tonight, I get to officially introduce her to the upper crust of New York society as my Wife. It doesn't get a damn bit better than this. Looking at her, I feel an absolute high that nothing could possibly ruin.

And all I could do was stand there. Shaking. Embarrassed. Horrified. The tears just wouldn’t stop. My hands were trembling, and I could barely look anyone in the eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. But then… the mic came on again. And this time, it was Killian. His voice cut through the tension like a warm knife in cold butter. “Everyone, please listen,” he began, loud and clear. “That was just drama. Wild, embarrassing drama. But let me make one thing very clear, I love my wife. She’s never left my heart, never, not for a second.”

"I built it for you with real money and real connections, brick by brick. I put you on top of the world—not so you could stand up there and spit on me and my family." "No! That's not true! Ethan, I love you, I do! I just— I got blinded by the money! I cared too much about what other people thought!" Victoria was sobbing, shaking her head wildly. "You're so powerful—you wouldn't actually let me go to prison, would you? For the sake of our marriage—" "No. I'm not saving you." The words came out flat. They cut off her last hope. "Victoria, you brought every bit of this on yourself."

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

listen to you. Your wife is not an easy one. You’ve destroyed her trust before and now I bet she’s going to have some doubts again. I slowly stood up and lent my hand for a shake and Mr. Laviv took it. “Mr. Laviv, thank you for giving us another project to work on and for the scrumptious meal that we had. We can discuss our project once I have formulated the plan with the team that we will be working with on this project. For now, I have to get going, my wife is waiting for me at home.” Mr. Laviv has a very big smile on his face. “You go ahead and win your wife’s heart back. I wish you luck and the best for both of you.” After the meal I went straight home. The drive towards home seems so

“Where’s Monique?” They let me step forward before he overreacts. I don’t hesitate. I go straight to him, taking his hand again. “I’m right here, baby,” I say softly. “I’m right here.” His eyes find me immediately. “You didn’t leave,” he says. I shake my head, tears falling again. “I would never leave you,” I whisper. “You’re stuck with me forever. I’m your wife… and I’m not going anywhere.” A faint smile touches his lips. The doctors and nurses exchange looks, some of them smiling too. But I don’t see any of it. All I see is him.

The chatty Inessa Simmons is afraid today, nope, not today, she is a McCoy, Inessa Brian McCoy, my wife. A breeze of satisfaction blows me inside. I stand in front of the window, sigh, and wait for my wife to come out from her hiding cave so we can carry our marital work tonight. I am looking forward to the night, after all.