Mature Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Because they don't trust its guard. "Babe, I can't imagine that they will grow up when you think about it. It's just a matter of time and we're getting older" xiana smiled and hugged her husband. Even though he is 51, his beauty does not fade. He looks like he's only 30. Maybe it's because they don't care about getting married. They always exercise every night which makes their bodies even more beautiful. While xiana is 44 and still looking pretty and sexy. So even though they are that old, neither can stop what he wants to do to his wife, but Sympre xiana controls it because she takes pills. They have quite a few children.

Sonnet watched them quietly by the side. After a while, the elderly woman let go of Maxwell. Sonnet finally had a clear view of how she looked like. She seemed to be in her fifties. The crows’ feet at the corners of her eyes were obvious, and she looked extremely haggard. She was dressed in a maid’s uniform. Mrs. Wilson stared at Sonnet and spoke up hesitantly, “This is…” “My wife!” Maxwell replied to her happily while patting his chest. Mrs. WIlson smiled in a friendly manner and said, “You’re so pretty, Young Miss.”

He yelled, showing dislike. He chortled then looked at his face. “Of course you don't need a wife but Miguel needs a mother. Someone that will take care of him not some stupid babysitter. I don't care about your opinion, my decision is final. We're going over to their place tomorrow and you have behaved yourself, Richard.” Bryant announced hostilely. “And one more thing, she's kind of your woman. After the marriage I'm pretty sure you'll be serious with your life and stop fucking around.” He pivoted to the stairs, he ascended the stairs heading back to his room.

If my stepmother was like Rebecca, wouldn't it make us both less tired? "Thank you, Miss Gray, for taking care of my wife." Matthew said nonchalantly, his voice extremely low. Pausing for a moment, he continued. "But the thing you're worried about won't happen. My wife learns very quickly, I only need to tell her once and she already remembers everything, no need to be taught by others. Even if she can't learn. It's okay. This party is organized by our family. No one else can judge how my wife behaves."

No wonder the Farwell family delayed the wedding for so long! Someone typed a question: What about now? One of the netizens responded: The wife is back! Mr. Farwell repented and turned over a new leaf. Naturally, the homewrecker needs to be kicked out of the house! That discussion soon reigned over the other speculations, and the netizens started condemning Aubree. One of the netizens typed: Homewreckers are shameless! Another netizen commented: I can’t believe she has the audacity to meddle in someone else’s marriage! How shameless!

A dull throb started behind my eyes. "She’s my wife," I said through clenched teeth. "And she is not a slut. She’s only doing this to get a reaction from me. She’s angry... and she’s trying to make me jealous." "Well, congratulations, darling," my mother snapped. "It worked." She shoved her chair back and stood with a regal air, her sharp eyes pinning me down. “Now tell me, what’s this nonsense I heard about an open marriage? Is that true, Graham?”

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.