Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

So, now and then, she’d glance at my waist, investigating what was under my jacket. As she did now, when we were in the living room, Irian examined my guarded posture, as if I were about to fight my father in front of her. “You're officially husband and wife now,” my father opened the conversation with a classic line. “Yes, we are,” Irina replied awkwardly.

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

It's not easy to pull it off. "Don't leave. Stay here by my side," the man begs while kissing the back of her hair. "Let go of me!" She takes away his warm hugs, releasing his rage to make him feel she's not easy to deal with. "That's enough, Gerald. You've cheated on me so many times. No matter how much you want to come back to me, if you don't change, it still doesn't matter to me. If you really love me, you'll do everything to make me happy!"

me and ishi enjoys together daily she helps me sometimes in business even my sweet hubby also helps me do you know we are rivals in business and lovers in normal life our destiny is too mysterious he is not like other husbands he always encourages me to achieve more and more iam really lucky to get him in my life he celebrates every month anniversary like a teenage boy though we are wife and husband today it is our fourth month anniversary of our wedding iam caressing my husband's cheeks while he is in deep sleep "iam all yours baby why staring like a theif" he said I replied by pulling his cheeks "who said iam staring" he pulled me into his embrace by saying "then I will make you to stare a

she furiously said. " I can see you're jealous. How ever you cannot deny that you still want me or need me. I know you waited this long for my return you still belong to me." She raised her hand to give him another slap to save her dignity, but he was able to catch her next assault and continued to hold her hand. "You are getting fiesty, but I know you still want me and whatever happen we are still husband and wife. We belong to each other. After this mess we are in, I will prove to you, you won't be able to get rid of me." Tristan vowed.

I raised my head to look at him, but what I received was a quick kiss. Heat burned in my chest. The familiar lustful feeling returned in waves. My lips pursed. I glared at him hatefully. "Husband, you've been piling things up for two days, you know?" I asked in a low voice. My friends were behind us, and I wasn't bold enough to make them see my lustful side. Sterly chuckled. His stunning face was ethereal under the natural evening light. "I'm capable enough to take care of everything, honey."

“Let me go. I didn't do anything.” Tristan scoops my saliva from his face and sucks on it. The hell? He hefts me onto his shoulder, smacks my butt, and walks away. “You, a sorry excuse for a husband. When I'm done with you, you'll regret getting me jealous.” “What?!”

It was fear, the fear of me finding out. I step back from his hold “Go take care of your baby Steve” I say forcing my tears back. I leave him standing there alone, to face the humiliation and stares from the judging eyes at the dinner. For the first time in our marriage, I finally see an exit and I'm taking it.

Her husband, Stefano, followed suit, a charming smile etched across his face as they made their way to the entrance of the office. As he firmly grasped her waist, she winced imperceptibly, the grip more possessive than affectionate. Stefano’s eyes sparkled with a veneer of playfulness, but she could sense the underlying demand in his words. "Start acting like my whore wife," he whispered into her ear, the command hanging in the air like a heavy mist. These words were no strangers to her; they had become a haunting refrain in the symphony of their marriage. Each time he uttered them, it sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of the facade she was forced to maintain.

I tried to stand up but he held my hand. “ I promise to work hard to pay up your debt,then you can be free to divorce him, I was so stupid for letting you marry that good for nothing man”. He insisted “ What you are saying is impossible, I think I am beginning to love him, thanks to you guys. I am not willing to divorce my husband. We can only be friends, get that into your skull”. I left him there and went home.