Mature Wife Shared Novels & Stories

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

"Old woman, I'm very happy to have married you in this lifetime. The couples around us have either divorced, broken up, or passed away, leaving only the two of us, and our children are safe and sound." The wife smiled. Although she was in her twilight years, her appearance came from the heart. She looked kind and smiled happily, "Life is inherently happy when it's ordinary and simple! Having a healthy body is better than anything else. Let's go, let's go, let's take another stroll and then go back. I'll make pork stew, your favorite, today." The old man smiled happily, "You're the only one who understands me, old woman." "If I didn't understand you after spending a lifetime with you, what wo

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"

She'd thought of everything for her young scandal but never once considered what any of this was doing to me. The night before, I'd sat in the corner for hours, turning it all over in my head. We'd dated for five years and been married for seven. I'd always believed that we were past the rough patch and that we'd made it through to the other side. But we hadn't. In that stillness, I replayed all 12 years—from up-and-coming businessman to stay-at-home husband. I had given it all up. My entire world shrank down to Renee and our daughter, Piper Gallagher.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The elevator doors closed. I was still standing there when they opened again and Adrian stepped back out, moving toward the exit. He was halfway across the floor when his eyes found me. He stopped. Then he changed direction and walked straight toward me. "I don't know who you are," he said, his voice low, "but I am going to say this once. Stay away from my wife. Whatever you think is happening here — parading yourself around a married woman like it is acceptable — you should be ashamed of yourself."

Emily’s mouth parted slightly in surprise, unable to look away. “Who is she? And how did she get in here?” George asked, confused by the silent standoff between the two women. No one responded. The air thickened with tension as their gazes remained locked. “Baby… do you know her? What’s going on?” George asked again, growing more bewildered with each passing second. After several long, silent minutes, Emily finally cleared her throat and spoke. “She is Luna Ward—your new wife”

She looked pained as she recalled the past. It all happened more than 50 years ago. Back then, Old Master Shaw was in his 30s, high-spirited and vigorous, his military career was also rising day by day. Old Master Shaw and his wife were childhood friends, playmates; the two families were equally wealthy, both coming from prestigious and well-respected families. Naturally they got married, and later, had a son together. Happy times did not last, Old Master Shaw did not have much time to spend at home with his wife and son. Soon, he returned to work.

Mary and Nora had been friends for over two decades, their bond forged through shared joys and sorrows, triumphs and failures. Both in their late forties, they found solace in each other's company, especially when it came to the topic of their respective sexual frustrations. Mary, a divorced mother of two, often lamented the lack of passion in her life. Her ex-husband had been more interested in his work than in satisfying her needs, leaving her feeling unfulfilled and neglected. Nora, on the other hand, was still married but had long since given up on expecting anything more than a perfunctory roll in the hay with her husband once a month, if that.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."