Loving Wives Stories Novels & Stories

I am a person who is at a bench in a small park on a hill in Los Angeles with the man I am married to on a Saturday in November in Los Angeles one year after the day the man married the woman at the bench in the small park on the hill in Los Angeles with the view of the lobby of the hospital in the way that wives are at benches in small parks on hills in Los Angeles with the men the wives are married to on Saturdays in November in Los Angeles one year after the days the men married the women the wives the men the wives are married to at the benches in the small parks on the hills in Los Angeles with the views of the lobbies of the hospitals. I am a person who is going to be a mother. I am a

"Yes. But they usually need a reason." There it was. Not a direct strike. Not an insult. Just enough pressure placed where the bruise already existed. Elara kept her voice steady. "And have they found one." Vivienne tilted her head. "That depends who you ask." She said it casually, but the people nearest them had gone just quiet enough to hear. Not openly listening. Listening anyway. Rowan's attention sharpened. Elara felt it before she saw it. Vivienne continued with the same smooth tone. "One version says your marriage is settling. Another says it's changing shape. Then again, people love inventing movement where there may only be strategy."

Madison was slumped weakly on the floor, her face pale. When the soldiers went to handcuff her, she shrieked and burst into tears. “I was wrong, Conway! Can you please forgive me? I made a mistake! We’ve been married for so long, and you love me, don’t you? Are you really going to do this to me?” She lunged at me, trying to wrap herself around my legs, but the soldiers stopped her. “Lucas needs his mother! Let me go for his sake!” I looked down at Lucas. He had buried his face in my chest, and his body was shaking.

“Only heard of his ex wife, he once had a wife and that was a past.” She shrugged apathetically. “Fortunately I'm still the only one he loves.” “Maybe?” “Tell me, did he pay you to pretend to be his wife? I know Richard would do anything to have me back, just tell me the truth darling. I promise I'm not going to tell a soul.” Charlene stifled the urge to laugh. She noticed that Henrietta was trying not to break down but her voice was about to fail her. “Pay me? That's ludicrous.”

I can see that she was silenced again and then sit beside me, "Hmmm two woman with one man, the other one claiming she is his one great love and the other one is the unfortunate wife" "Oh, so there is really that kind of love story huh, so they live all together in one house?" "I am not sure but it seems it is fine with the wife that her husband is with his great love." "Oh, hmmm how about you? can you stand having that kind of situation?" "No, I will always do the right thing..." "That explains, you really did the right thing.." And then she stare at me and rolled her eyes on me, "What!? Did I say something wrong?"

Mia screamed, "Miles, our marriage is already over! What are you even getting jealous over? You should've known better! Serves you right!" My employees watched, utterly unfazed, as the good-for-nothing president of their company got beaten into a pulp. It was my receptionist, Yvonne, who could not stand the fighting anymore and finally called the cops. Such ended an eventful day, when I found out my wife was leaving me. As expected, I ended up in the hospital that night.

She was soft and attentive, just not with me. Ethan wasn't some run-of-the-mill homewrecker. That night, when Melissa was out with her friends, I noticed Ethan sitting there too. He pretended to be drunk and "accidentally" spilled a bunch of stories about their past. "I'm jealous of you. You're lucky to have Melissa as your wife. She's so sweet and thoughtful. Being with her back when we were dating felt amazing! "When we lived together, she squeezed the toothpaste for me, laid out my clothes, and cooked breakfast just for me. Every dish was made to match my tastes and my body's needs.

Like we were back in time, two lovers that couldn’t keep their hands off each other, we ground and moaned together, unable to get enough. She wanted me more than any other man, let me come inside her because I was the only one worthy of having the honor..I pressed my forehead to hers and kept fucking. “My wife.”

Ayra's mind wandered back to the stories she'd heard before. Heck, they were no stories - they were real history that any random Joe in the city had heard more than once or twice. Generally, the stories were mostly the same, only the names different. They were about the wives of the Directors of Orrery Consortium — the powerful men who ran the city’s corporate families like kingdoms. Generally speaking, no Director's spouse had lived fulfilling lives. Or just good lives in general. Four in particular stood out poignantly in Ayra's memory. Each man was Lucian's predecessor family-wise, each had lost his wife, and in each tale, tragedy seemed to nest not just in fate but in the very men who ha

It seemed like their conversation ended because Lois proceeded to leave, but he pulled her back and kissed her. I felt so angry and jealous and wanted to punch the jerk in the face, but I didn’t move. After all, Lois said this was a loveless marriage, and her contract talked about boundaries. I could not look again and hurried to the room and lay on the bed. I did not know what to do after seeing my wife, who left our house for days, only to come back home kissing a man in our driveway. So I just laid down and didn’t move. Even when she came in, I pretended not to know she was there. I felt betrayed.