Loving Wives Stories Novels & Stories

an edge of pain crept into his tone. "You think your mother is my first love? She isn't. But I love her more than I have loved anyone in my life. She is worth every heartbreak I went through and wouldn't trade her for my first love or anyone in this world," affection shone in Chris' eyes as he talked about his wife. Nick didn't know that. "You were lucky, dad. Not everyone is," Nick looked away from his dad. He didn't want to talk about it. "Angela is the kind of woman you want in your life. She will light up your world and you will thank me one day," he coaxed him.

"I like you! I actually love you!" She grabbed both my shoulder and shook me a little. I just started at her. I can't process this confession. Am I hearing it right? It's probably just the alcohol affecting me too. Even though if I say "you are just drunk" to her... Alcohol makes you an honest person! her sentence hit me hard I almost got sobered. How did this happen? What did I do to make her fall in love with me? What's this awkward situation where the wife of the actor I like so much fall in love with me?

“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

Linda's husband, Robert, chimes, "You should let your wife speak, I think it's sweeter when the wife tells the story. So Mrs. Scarlett, how did you guys meet? Knock us out." Everyone nods in unison to Robert, and I almost roll my eyes.. Good thing I didn't. It's sweeter when the wife tells the story? It is, if we were married for real. Cracking my head for a lie, I take a sip out of my wine glass, keeping everyone curious. Dropping my cup, I sigh. "Well, we don't really have a story that is that heart warming b- " Either ways, we'll listen, boring or not, heart warming or not" Craig interrupts, really enjoying his steak. I really want to shove that meat down his throat, so he can stop talkin

She remembers little stuff on what her husband likes just to avoid any conflict. Some ended their marriage because of too much love. Their partners loved another woman and that made her cousins crazy knowing their husbands infidelity. Even though they knew that men were allowed to have 1 or 2 lovers. She learned that women who are in love were crazy to no extent. So she never entertained any emotions like having a crush or liking anyone. She reached her debut without having any romantic emotions. For she settled to put her interest in books.

A young husband hurried past the window carrying flowers, laughing as his pregnant wife reached for his hand. The husband kissed his wife's forehead before handing her the flowers. Jessica looked away before she could watch the rest. Rain tapped softly against the glass. She barely noticed. Her colleagues laughed together in the cafeteria behind her. She couldn't bring herself to join them. She had promised herself something that morning. She had promised herself that this morning would be different. She was tired of waiting for answers. Tired of hoping things would change. She told herself the same thing on the drive to work, while changing dressings, and between patients. Yet every quiet m

How he stood up for her made her feel cared for, and she started to wonder if truly, there were some people who treated their wives much more better than her husband did. Natalia used to agree with Noah when he said that women should not talk so much, and not especially when their husband was there to speak for them, as it portrayed terrible manners. She believed him when he said that and started to keep quiet around company when she was with Noah, and often, Noah would use the opportunity to alter some things about her.

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

But this kind of thing is the only thing I have known since I spoke my first word. It was either three of them or nothing. As puzzling as it was, I found it highly fascinating that the three of them could be so close, despite... Everything. Their past; considering that Daddy used to be Dada and Papa's sworn enemy. Add the mere fact that the three of them loved one woman. I have read stories during times of severe boredom, but I have never come across a tale of a woman with three husbands. Not even the gods were that blessed. And I am saying blessed because they all loved her to death. The men would literally die for Mommy. And honestly, if I didn't get that, then fuck everything in this worl

he rolled his eyes. "So, I did the same. I obeyed you like a puppet in college, I married you and left my family for you. And even now, I will be doing so many things for you. I have left my identity, and my everything for you, and it doesn't make us equal. I have sacrificed more for our love," I contained. "You're my wife. It's your duty. It has been like this for ages," he groaned. "There are many examples where husbands have done so much for their wives. You have studied history right? You would have gotten a few examples there as well if I am not wrong. The biggest example is the Taj Mahal," I politely spoke.