Mature Wife Novels & Stories

"You don't have to be strong every minute.” She grabbed the fruit pack placed it on the bed. Opened and give it to him, he took it his gaze returned to her. "Marriage isn't easy," he said quietly. "But don't carry everything alone.” “Go home get some rest” he said. petting her back slowly. She met his eyes briefly. "I'm fine, Dad." She picked up an orange slice and held it toward him. "Eat.” “Okay fine”, I'm leaving” she stood up. Shoulders relaxed and lowered

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

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.

I hate these women. I’m assaulted with a view of many overdressed glamorous over fifties sat around the huge dining table in here while playing cards. Poor Yoonha is propped between two of the most cougar-type elderly I have ever known and being prodded and squeezed at every opportunity. His cute self is irresistible to this affection starved trophy wives. I roll my eyes for him, seeing how uncomfortable he is but for mother, we always do as she says. Playing the part of the perfect family.

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

It's annoying, frustrating, and pissing you off badly. "Yeah! It was just recently that I wanted cappuccino rather than milk and chocolate. I can sleep comfortably and satisfied." She beamed happily while caressing her belly. She really looks happy now than ever. She smiled often and doesn't mind failure. She is already mature enough to be a mother. Marrying a young woman as long as she is mature enough to have a family is better than marrying the same of your age but immature. "I can see you are really happy right now. You won't regret getting pregnant right now?" I asked trying to fish for a little information if she can divulge anything or something beneficial at the moment but so far I

I asked. “It’s not something I like to talk about and I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around, listening to a middle-aged woman whine about her life,” she said. I stretched my hand over the kitchen counter to grab her hand. “Don’t say that about yourself, Alice. You’re a beautiful woman and I take offence at the use of middle-aged. The proper term would be mature,” I said. “You’re a woman that has lived to a certain extent and has seen things I could never begin to imagine, seeing that I’ve been in this world barely two decades.”

I know this is sarcastic. "Rara is happy because I will be the perfect mother and wife. Even though there are problems in all households. It takes an attitude of mutual maturity, trust and mutual understanding. The point is mature in addressing every problem." So wise! Even though what I experienced was the opposite of all of this. Gerald and I were wearing clothes and fighting all the time. Trouble inside, enough for the two of us. Outsiders know we are happy and romantic partners all the time. "So you're all grown up?" asked Mas Rangga, full of ridicule. Why is this a man? Is he that jealous of our marriage, which is full of lies and falsehoods? Mature in the scene all the time.

I sighed and tried to ignore the urge to punch something and shoot someone in the head. Preferably the selfish asshole she had been calling her husband for two decades now. "Don't bother looking for him." Mamma closed her eyes and wiped off a tear that ran down her cheek. Her face looked puffy, her eye bags especially—obviously not just from oversleeping. "He ran off with his new whore." Whore? Shit. Of course. So he's got a new mistress. Wow. Unbelievable.

I need to keep my eyes open becuase she is a huntress who like to hunts. "Mr. Matthews, where is your beautiful wife? We have heard she is so beautiful and hollywood's well known number one model. You must be very lucky to have a sexy model of a wife." one of the business investor from the recent project spoke taking a sip of his drink while his wife sat down beside him giving me seductive looks. Proving me that she is a pure whore and wants to get on the bed with me but too bad I she is not my type.