Manga The Wife Novels & Stories

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Every small motion screamed apology, yet it drew him in closer without him realizing. “And tonight...” she hesitated, voice barely audible. “What Marcus said at the club...” Adrian paused, noticing her fingers tighten around his sleeve. “He said your wife is more elegant than me,” she whispered. “I know he’s right,” she murmured bitterly, lowering her gaze. “She comes from a powerful family. I’m just... someone your family helped. A sponsored student.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, though he didn’t move immediately. A flicker of old hurt from years ago surfaced, just enough to remind him that some wounds never fully heal.

It was the first time I had called him that, and then he smiled, clearly pleased. “Nakka! Nakka! I missed you!” I quickly shifted my attention and set Miles down. He immediately hugged Nakka happily. “…Who are you…?” The woman spoke, looking at me in shock. “She’s my wife, and this is my child.” Sebastian immediately pulled me closer and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. He surprised me, but I let him. Letting that woman step back was exactly what needed to happen, she had to understand there was no place for her.

The portraits watched. The door clicked shut behind her. For a long minute I just stood there. Listening to the silence. To the faint wind outside the tall windows. To the sound of my own breathing, too loud, too uneven in a house meant for a family. Then I sank onto the couch. Put my head in my hands. The leather was cold. Lyara’s favorite spot used to be this couch. Marriage. Lila said marriage like it was a solution. Like saying ‘I do’ would fix debt. Would fix Cross Industries. Would fix me.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

After that we decided to go swimming and do some activities offered on the island. We went back to our room feeling exhausted. We just cuddle. We're too tired to do some other naughty things. We decided to watch a movie while cuddling. "I want to see you wife like that." Maru said. "What?" "Like the girl in that movie, get jealous and be possessive." “Weren’t you feel like your being choked?”

“That woman is my wife and you will all respect her.” Myan’s eyes travelled to where he stood and she noted the angry veins that popped on his neck. Are you team Ash or team Myan?

Madison’s cousin Raven, the one who painted my wife’s portrait, is also here with her husband, Ian Moretti. My lovely wife is making her rounds as the consummate hostess that she is. As usual, she’s stunning in that cute little summer dress she’s wearing. Just looking at her, it’s hard to believe this quintessential beauty is the fierce leader of the Obsidian Knights and, by all rights, one of the most powerful people in this country. But above all else…she was my wife, best friend, lover, and keeper of my heart. And if the fates allow, the mother of my children. Margo goes scurrying by in hot pursuit of their toddler running with a cup of juice sloshing its contents everywhere. I look for C

Forced Marriage: mommy Needs To Work Hard chapter 83 annoying Husband Eric's eyebrows narrowed and he asked, "Why do I need to find another woman? You are my wife and you have hold right." Saying this, he bent his body over Jasmine. Holding out his hands, she chided, “Mr. Varghese, if you think that after marrying a woman, she just becomes your favorite toy, then you are wrong and no matter how powerful you are, I am not afraid of you."

Moana * The woman in the black-and-white picture had blonde, straight, long hair with a beautiful smile on her lips. So the moment I saw her, I knew who she could be. She didn’t need to be introduced. Everyone knew that Alaric had always loved one woman in his life, and that was his wife. And the woman in the picture could be none other than his wife, for sure. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe I was assuming stories on my own.