Istri Untuk Suamiku Novels & Stories

“I loved you when I was too proud to admit it. I loved you when I pushed you away. I loved you when you walked out. I never stopped.” Her tears began slipping down silently. “You were never a convenience to me,” he continued. “You were my wife. The mother of my child. The only woman who ever challenged me, who ever saw through my arrogance.” He gave a faint, pained smile. “You think I don’t remember the way you used to wait for me to come home? Or the way you’d fall asleep on the couch because you didn’t want to eat dinner alone?” Her lips trembled harder now. “I remember everything,” he said. “And I ruined it.”

"Chris, I was married to Alexander Valtor, but it was a nightmare. He and his family treated me like a maid, not a wife. They humiliated me, belittled me, and made me feel worthless. I tried to hold on to our love, but it was all a lie. He never loved me, and I was just a trophy to him. "I finally found the courage to leave him, but the pain and heartache are still fresh. I feel like I've lost myself, like I'm just a shadow of who I used to be. But seeing you, Chris, knowing that you care gives me the strength to keep going. "I want to file for divorce to officially end this toxic chapter of my life. But I'm scared, Chris. I'm scared of what Alexander might do and of how he'll react. That's

She was conflicted with so many question. Alaric noticed the worry written all over her face and held on to her waist and pulled her towards himself, taking Astria by surprise. "You shouldn't have anything to worry about. A quick reminder that you requested that I show unconditional love, coupled with the fact that you are still technically my wife, there is no other person that would be perfect for the occasion other than yourself." For the first time in a while, Astria was charmed by Alaric's mind blowing word and this forced a smile off her lips.

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

assistant"> The water rippled softly around me as silence settled between us again. “You should hate me,” I said after a moment. “I slept with my fiancé’s father.” Then I let out a small breath before continuing. “I mean, I know Ryan isn’t exactly perfect and he already told me what he wants from our marriage. He wants to have his life, his women, and I’m supposed to be some dutiful wife.” Victor’s expression changed immediately, the calm stoic look on his face disappearing into a deep frown. “Ryan said what?” he asked sharply. “He plans to pursue other women while you’re married?”

As my wife, she said she was proud of me. I saw comments appear in the live chat. [Wow! She went from using her student to using her husband.] [She has nothing to do with this research. She’s just trying to take credit for it.] I listened to her empty praise and watched as she tried desperately to make the public believe that we were still a loving couple. I could not take it anymore. I rushed forward and pushed her away. I took off the ring I had wanted to throw away for a long time. Then, I threw it straight at her face.

I said, gripping the wheel with my free hand so tight that my knuckles hurt. "Jasmine, thank God you picked up." His words came fast, shaky like he had practiced them. "Look, I know how this looks. But you have to let me explain. Ava and I... it was one stupid moment. The stress from the company, and the wedding planning. It did not mean anything."

Chapter 4 Something inside of me screamed. I was about to step out from the balcony when I spotted Alison looking over me. She must have seen the whole thing. “I’m warning you. Stay away from my Fiance.” She gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. Amusement sparked within me. A sly smile escaped my lips when I nodded sarcastically. “Your fiance? Well, that's funny. Your so-called fiancé just denied everything.” Her expression shifted, her eyes widened for a moment— filled with panic, then vanished.

I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. Marcus studied me for a long moment, and there was something in his eyes I couldn't quite read. "My sister-in-law shows up at a hospital with visible injuries, and you think it's none of my concern?" Sister-in-law. The words sounded strange coming from him. Like they belonged to someone else, someone who actually had a real marriage instead of whatever twisted arrangement I was trapped in. "I'm fine," I lied. "I just want to go home." "Then let me drive you."

Edric gritted his teeth and continued, "It's late at night, and there won't be any stores open at this hour. Can't you make me a bowl of pasta or something?” "I'm sorry. My cooking isn't that nice, and you'd better just order takeout." Irene used to put so much effort into cooking for Edric because she loved him, and he was her husband. But, what was he to her now? He was just another man, and she didn't have that kind of effort to put into him. Seeing Irene pick up the phone, Edric was infuriated. He snatched the phone over from Irene's hand and threw it aside. "I want to eat your pasta tonight!"