Mature Wife Novels & Stories

Before even ten years had passed since she embraced the infant Scholar Park and began her role as the lady of the house, her husband died prematurely of a lung disease. For over twenty years since then. The Elder Matriarch had been a young widow who wore the heaviest, cruelest shackle known as chastity, living her life having forgotten even the shadow of a man. It was not much different even when her husband was alive. Shortly after she took Scholar Park into her arms, the footsteps of her husband ceased entirely, and from her blooming youth, she had to spend the long nights hugging her knees. The murky breath of a man, the sensation of strong forearms wrapping around her waist.

"Yes. I really want that, because if our daughter ever thought of freeing herself from marriage, especially wanting to divorce from Massimo, then she must give up that intention. The presence of a child in the midst of a marriage will make them more mature and maintain the integrity of the household that has been built.” “Hubby—” Before the fifty-year-old woman had finished her words, the husband's smile had faded, so he immediately cut off the words of his wife, who had faithfully accompanied her through joy and sorrow. “Love, are you trying to defend that rebellious daughter?” Arnold's expression as soon as possible became tense as if he did not like what his wife was trying to convey, eve

Sophia smiled again, " too big? Because of her stature? She is just eighteen years old" The frown was still on her mother's face as she replied, " eighteen years old is big, you can't call her a child, she is old enough to bring trouble into your home, I don't think she is what you need this time" Lara and Sophia laughed, "she stays with me, I can handle her very well" she assured her mother without hesitation. Lara interjected, " I think what mother is talking in relation to your husband, a wife has to know what she is doing, as some husbands have affairs with their maids, it's like a curse which they cannot resist".

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

She treated it like a treasure. I opened it and saw that it was a car key. “Hugh, our wedding anniversary is in a couple of days. This is your gift. Also, I want us to have another wedding and renew our vows that day.” I thought about a poem. “The spring comes not when I arrive. The spring blooms only when I leave.” I had never understood those lines until before that moment. ‘Why is it that only when you’ve given up, does the other person finally give you what you’ve been waiting for?’ I thought.

She hide her emotions in order for her Mum not to suspect anything and tightly embrace the woman. "You surely have became more matured after getting married. Look at you getting emotional just on the first day of marriage and running back home. Your husband is really linient with you" "Mum, do you think there's happily ever after for married couples?" Mrs Wauter smiled at her daughter's question "There is, depending on how your marriage worked. Unless death takes one of them, there's happily ever after. I hope you become happy in your marriage too, just like me"

Moreover, Matilda was deeply touched by Yolden's thoughtful and considerate actions. Upon returning to Oskia and teaching at Senior University, Matilda had interacted with many middle-aged and elderly individuals and observed their relationships. From her perspective, most elderly couples in Oskia rarely concluded things with marriage. Instead, they often resembled business negotiations, with both sides listing their respective conditions and amicably deciding to become companions if the terms aligned. However, for the sake of their own or their children's reputations, few would choose to marry or hold a wedding ceremony.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.