Love You Wifey 소설 & 이야기

After all, she is your wifey. I go to check on her and I got the shock that I never wanted. That b*****d was right. My wifey is taking birth control pills. You broke my trust wifey. Now you will get your worst punishment.. She was going to eat it but I hold her hand.. “What the f**k are you eating wifey?" I yell in anger "Can't you see?" she retorted with her smart mouth. Nerve of this girl! She really loves to get me angry.

I could see her cheeks turn pink, wifey is blushing! 'She's not your wifey' 'She was and soon she'll again be' 'How?' 'We can remarry, I love her, she loves me, together we can make a happy family' 'Keep dreaming' 'shut up!' ☆ 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒- 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

He sat in the passenger seat with a light smile on his face, "That's fast. I thought you would just send a cab to me. I did not expect you would return." "Shut up. And buckled up." Fortunately, Kane shut his mouth this time. The radio has started to play another song, breaking the stiff silence in the car. A famous song by Alicia Keys was playing. "I keep on fallin' In and out of love With you~ Sometimes I love ya Sometimes you make me blue~" Perhaps, I should have endured the silence earlier on rather than engaged myself in a conversation with him. "Sometimes I feel good At times I feel used

"It's fine, can you wait for a few more weeks?" "You know that I can and I will always wait until you are ready. I love you and I always want your happiness, I won't do things that are detrimental to you, Wifey. You come first in my life and I value you." He let go of her, moving a bit to look at Dala lolling in her small bed. "She's adorable." He said, smiling.

Our bodies stiffen for a heated second before she falls limp over my chest, both of us sweating profusely as if we’d just finished a marathon. And maybe we did. “I love you, baby,” she mumbles against our ragged breathing, taking a moment to gather the strength to get off me. But I continue to hold her close, not ready to part—not yet. I kiss the top of her head. “Love you too, dear wifey.” “Always?” “And forever.” * * *

"I remember the first time I called you, you never got mad at me. "Because I know that I am your husband," he replied. So that's why, deep inside him, he accepted me as his wife. He was just not ready to be my husband, and that was enough for me. "I am going to call you Wifey now," he said lovingly. I am the happiest; if not for my baby in my womb, I can die happily now. "Wifey, from here onwards, you will only see your husband and the father of your child. No Jared, who has been mean and bad to you."

However, I got same reply again, "Wifey, Don't make me angry "

My voice becomes firm as I speak the last sentence. “But what if I mess up? What if I let you down? I haven’t worked for one year.” She whispers, staring at me with her eyes filled with doubts. “You can never let me down, Wifey. That’s impossible. You could never disappoint me, no matter what happens. Because to me, you’re already a success, just by transforming yourself into a better person and facing your fears.” I draw her closer, wrapping my arms around her in a comforting embrace. “You are strong, Love. Stronger than you know. And I believe in you, with all my heart.”

We need her. “You promised to love me no matter what happens, you told me to trust you and I did.” It is no surprise I still remember her words, I never forgot them. No one ever made me feel as wanted as she did. A tear drops to her cheek, she wipes it. “Please don’t do this to me. Wifey, it hurts too much to be away from you.” I might as well have been talking to a wall, she doesn’t speak. I am willing to beg, grovel at her feet but her lips remain sealed and a wave of fatigue hits me. “Do you even still love me? Do you care?”