Manga The Wife Novels & Stories

It dripped with sarcasm and just a tinge of anger. “I’m here to see my wife. Is that a problem?” Mason responded. My wife. Funny how the first time I had ever heard him call me “wife” was the time I actually wasn’t. “Really?” Raiden smirked. “Then what on earth did Florence, Anna, and I celebrate a few nights ago? Was it not the end of this disastrous marriage?” I knew he was toying with him. We hadn’t celebrated anything, but Mason wouldn’t know that. I turned to look at my ex-husband—he was all but ripping Raiden’s head off his body.

Harry replied. "And you... You will solve the problems you have with your wife away from Deanna... I don't want to know she's involved in anything anymore... I told you many times to leave her alone," Daniel said while pointing at him. "How can you blame your brother? That woman...!" Camila began, her face flushing with anger. "That woman is MY WIFE! And she occupies a place by my side that everyone will respect!"

tumango namang nakangiti si kino "Mr. Fugo on our first news with you is that your house got wet because the food your husband cooked caught fire and exploded? And there are many people who are making a fuss on social media that you married a useless person and everyone is asking why you married him? Your one of those top culinary chef's on worldwide and everyone was dying to be your partner, and I've heard that they can even be honest with your wife and just yesterday in the interview your wife said that she is a useless wife and mother? What Can you tell me? We know there are many waiting for your answer." I bit my lip, I wanted to turn off the TV but I wanted to know his answer.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ Till today I never seen a guy abducting his wife for honeymoon what the hell did I accept him as my husband no way but why the hell I married him I'm laying on bed and thinking all these things he lifted me and took to watch sunset I'm feeling sleepy and slept off on him only in the morning when I opened I seen him sleeping still I tried to move but his hold on me was too tight he opened his eyes and said "escaping from husband is not good kitten" I rolled my eyes he chuckled why he never gets angry oops my mistake he gets angry when I tries to harm myself

She smashed he against the wall ending him instantly. My wife had an extreme super strength and that was one of the reasons I never argue with her. She had the temper of a mother dragon. And one wrong move with her would earn me a severe torture from her. “Are you okay?," She asked looking around me “Where is Artie?," She asked, I was about answering when I noticed something was off. My wife's scent was... “Caught me," werewolf laughed shifting to it's original form, I got angry with his trick and slashed him immediately.

“You’re my wife.” if I’m his wife……Why does another woman keep getting pieces of him that belong to me?

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Wanted to grab his razor from the sink and open the door and— My eyes fixed on the razor. Silver. Sharp. It would be so easy. One quick motion across his throat. Watch the light leave his eyes the way he'd watched it leave mine. Justice. Revenge. Murder. I stared at the razor, my mind fracturing between what I knew and what I'd dreamed and what I could prove. Because that was the question, wasn't it? Should I kill my husband for something that hadn't happened yet? For something that might have only been a nightmare?