Just Wife Stories Novels & Stories

who existed only to clean up his messes. The internet was on fire. [Blood-sucking animal who built his fortune on corpses.] [Launch a full investigation now. Throw Jasper in prison.] [The original wife is tragic. She was a top graduate and an executive back then. Look what this scumbag gaslit her into.] [I feel bad for the wife. Lock the cheater and mistress together and stop them from ruining anyone else.] Kimberly clutched her slightly rounded stomach. Her face had gone pale as she looked at him.

Earned and fought for and cherished. Below us, the city sleeps. Above us, stars shine in an endless sky. And here, in Jackson's arms, I have everything I ever needed. The stable girl who became a waitress who became a billionaire's wife who became so much more. The woman who lost her first love and found her true one. The mother who fought for her daughters and won. This is my story. This is my ending and it's not a good one. It’s the best.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

She staggered back a couple of steps while staring at the vicious man in disbelief. Memories from the past year flashed frantically through her mind. Javor had time and again “accidentally” spoken of Efim’s coldness and unfeeling nature in front of her. He had repeatedly used the excuse of “a senior helping a junior” to drive a wedge between her and her husband. Also, she had chosen time and again to believe this “innocent and hardworking” junior. She even went so far as to trample on Efim’s sincerity and dignity repeatedly.

"Stories? Experiences?" "Think about it," Whitmore said, warming to his subject with the enthusiasm of a professor who'd found an eager student. "Death is eternal, unchanging, always the same. But human lives? Human lives are chaos and choice, joy and suffering, love and loss. Every life is a story, and stories are the only currency that can surprise an immortal being."

I reply. “Maxie!” Jessica calls. Maxwell walks in, “What is it now, Jess?” “Your wife just threatened me!” she says. Max looks at me questioningly, “Did you?” I shake my head, “No, I only said that if she didn’t tell Chad what she just told me that I would put real butter into her food.” Chad overhears and barges over, “What did you say Jess?” “Jessica wanted Lucy to leave so I wouldn’t have a friend. It was to make sure I had a more miserable time here. I’m sure she did it for Maxwell,” I turn my attention back to the food and ignore them.

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Instead of asking more questions or even reacting in disbelief, she forced herself to see the light in this. “It’s a good thing that there’s only one of you, right?” Jessica stood behind her back and in a very low voice, she whispered, “Actually, the hiring process for more undercover security is ongoing, but if you'd like-” “Nope! That is not something I like. No, no. I mean, having one is… bizarre already. I live a very boring life, Jessica. I’m warning you for your sake.” Jessica followed her around the mall. To her surprise, she easily got used to this.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.