Jotaro Wife Novels & Stories

“Thank you… really. You risked everything to come save me.” Marcellus managed a faint smile, his gaze steady and tender. “What are you saying… No matter what, no matter how you see me now—you are, and always will be, my wife.” The words drifted out lightly but landed in Livia’s heart like a weight. She stared at him in a daze, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions—guilt, gratitude, and something even more difficult to bear: wavering. For a moment, she almost blurted out the truth—to tell him she was no longer his Livia, but the reincarnated Alia. A woman from a different world entirely.

"She is your future wife, Jor," Norita said with great certainty. Anita's eyes widened immediately upon hearing Norita's words. However, she didn't dare to say anything. "My future wife? Is that true?" Jordi asked, seemingly in disbelief. Reluctantly, Anita nodded her head. Jordi smiled and looked a bit regretful. "Sorry, I really don't remember you." "It's okay, Jor. You and Anita can start a new chapter. There's nothing to regret," Norita interjected.

He took one good look at me as I fell to my knees, my claws digging into the soil— face downward still drooling. The man must have felt I was just exhausted as I could hear him charging at me like crazy. I caught him swiftly and lifted him off the ground as he struggled for air. He looked deep into my yellow eyes and protruding fangs in horror. With supernatural strength, I flinched him across. Moments later, the woman's eyes opened as I was walking back home with her, and a hand circled my neck. My chest was bare as I was carrying her. Guess I have a lot to explain to my lottery wife… Not the wolf part.

She was wearing a soft tone blue yukata with dark green bow. “Our nephew in the south… Do you mean Takeshi’s son? That four-eyed teacher?” He asked. The wife nodded. “Yes. That one.” “Why?” He asked, his expression seemed indifferent. “You know I can be very curious when it comes to children, Eiji.” His wife patted his shoulder with a smile, unperturbed by her husband’s lack of expression. “Yes, I can see that, Rio. You visited the orphanage nearby often. What does that mean when it comes to him?” The husband, Eiji, asked.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Lana said, seizing the opportunity to back Jared up. "No." Nolan refused right off the bat, his ice cream no longer being the core of his attention as the topic of conversation had piqued his interest. Jared looked at Nicole and shrugged, "It's all up to my wife." 'Of course, I'm eager to wed her, but right now, her memory has not been fully restored. There are still several things yet to be answered and solved. I must uncover the identities of those who had injured her before and find them. Even Nolan and Lana's identities are to be kept a secret right now. Wedding? I guess I'll just have to wait.'

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"I know, you feel disgusted when he touches you. Sorry for ruining the mood. I'll stop talking about him. Let's go to the window. Raise your leg higher..." This was the wife I had shared a bed with for three years. She locked me in a 120-degree warm room to torture me, then committed adultery with her own brother-in-law in broad daylight. She told me she wanted to put romance aside, but she then bloomed freely in the arms of another man. I smiled bitterly, tears streaming down my face. The phone couldn't withstand the high temperature and shut down by itself, and the video call ended. However, their voices still lingered in my mind.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?