Mature Wife Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I knew that sometimes they didn’t even have time to rest. So it seemed like they only lived for themselves. And Mother had gone through an arranged marriage—a transactional relationship—yet she had remained in this house until now. Perhaps, in a way, she had come to see this place as part of herself. “I’m happy… because we have you and Miles. Thank you.” Maybe happiness is like a puzzle that finally becomes complete—after going through hardships, it eventually becomes truly fulfilling…

Their daughter, Lila, had grown up laughing, her eyes bright, her smile untouched by the darkness that once stalked their family. From the outside, the Reeds were untouchable. Successful. Respected. A power couple draped in triumph. But behind the photographs and the speeches, their marriage had changed. Their love had once been wild, desperate, like fire in a storm. Every kiss had been stolen, every touch had carried the risk of being their last. Now their love was softer, safer. And Bella, though she would never dare say it out loud, sometimes missed the spark. She missed the sharp edge of passion that once made her heart stop.

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

"Let me get this straight. In this day and age, so you still think age is a valid criteria for marriage? "Of course it is," I said flatly. "I need to know if you're mentally mature enough to handle everything that comes with it. Marriage isn't a game. It's…” "I think you should have been saying that to your forty-five year old husband. The one who threw you off a balcony after you caught him sleeping with your best friend." The laughter died completely in my chest. "Stop," I said sharply. "You brought up maturity." "You didn't have to read my life history out loud like it's a headline."

Xavier said pointing to the woman in her mid-forties. "And this is my wife," Xavier said. The whole house staff gasped in shock. The young master was married.

My voice rose a bit, not a bit, loud enough to let its sound echo for good five minutes. “Fine. Do things your way and see what happens.” Another warning. “Oh! Are you jealous already? How immature---” “No one gets to touch my wife… not immature.”

She burst into laughter. "Mom, I see you have this dark side to you too." "Can't I vent my emotions?" "Of course, you can. Go, Mom. You can terminate your marriage!" Gale responded. Mary nodded. "Yes, after being his wife for so many years, I can finally be myself again. I've done so much. I gave him my family name, and managed the home for him…" Men always follow their mistresses. "Mom, you have me." Mary touched her head. "With you and my grandchildren, I am already content. God has been kind to me."