Mature Wife Twitter Novels & Stories

At this moment, Charles, who had always been low-key and never tweeted, suddenly posted a tweet. "Indeed, I had a wedding with Mia Miller back then. However, the person who married me was not her but her twin sister Maria Swinton. So, everything Mia did has nothing to do with me or Glory Group. My wife is Maria!" He didn't explain much but posted his and Maria’s marriage certificate. This tweet caused a huge uproar! All the netizens were stunned! "What the hell is going on? Mia has a twin sister? Why don't they have the same surname? Could it be that one shares their father's surname and the other their mother's surname?"

Then, she shoved a bill into my hand. “Call yourself a cab to the hospital.” The moment the door closed, I hailed a cab and headed to the hospital. While getting an IV at the hospital, I scrolled through my feed. Javor had just updated his social media. The last photo showed Amaya’s back as she crouched to adjust the equipment. It was posted with this caption. [My dear senior says my livestream’s way more important than some people’s lives!] In the photo, the wedding ring on her ring finger glinted coldly. Our mutual friends were going wild in the comments:

I sat on the couch, took out my phone, and a video saying, "i have an amazing husband ,I don't need any help." "Why are you taking pictures?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I smiled at him. If not that I’ll have nowhere else to go, I won't be here, I still smiled. "I want to remember this day forever," I told him, then excused myself and ran to my room. I sent the picture and video to the group chat. "Some say I’m a single mother. I guess you can still call me a single mother when I’m still married to my husband," was the caption. Hearts and likes flooded in. Those who laughed before were now applauding. That’s how life is.

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

“Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?” I shake my head, “To her, I’m Daddy, and she’s my little kitten.” Ellie smiles. With a sigh, I add, “I plan to take good care of my wife tonight. She will fall asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.” I pause for a moment, “The left side of her mouth twitches when we finish. That’s how I know she enjoyed it.”

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.

However, instead of Wilson returning, I got a call from my mother-in-law, ready to lay into me. I did not even get a chance to share my news before she lashed out, saying, "You useless woman! You can't even keep your man; you're no better than a hen that doesn't lay eggs!" The call ended with her sending me a screenshot from Wilson's social media. The moment I saw the photo, my heart stopped. There was my husband, arms wrapped around another woman like she was the only person in the world. I bit my tongue and waited out the six long months until I could get a paternity test. As soon as I had the results, I texted Wilson.

"Nicole, I'm fine. Just let me take care of Grandma." "But Grandma wants you to get married," said Nicole, pretending to sound conflicted. Tia bit her lip and, after hesitating, she said softly, "Grandma, I don't want to get married." Looking at Tia's desolate expression, Mrs. Wallace Sr. felt heartbroken for her and asked, "Did something happen?" "Nothing happened. I just feel that I'm quite satisfied with the life I have right now," Tia said with a half-smile, not wanting Mrs. Wallace Sr. to worry for her.