Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

"Ok. Since we haven't had time for ourselves, I was hoping you'll just stay at home with me and we'll continue designing like we used to." "Ok then." Rodriguez gave her a smile and got ready for bed. She did the same and when she was comfy, she said, "And no phones. It always distracts you." "I surrender." Rodriguez remained awake until his wife drifted back to sleep. He really hoped Mrs. Contreras had a way to fix this or he would. *** Mrs Contreras paced around the room wildly and continued complaining to her husband on how betrayed she felt. "How did you even know she called them?" Her husband asked, sipping a cup of scented tea and being less concerned about what Ema had just done.

Mia's voice came through, cutting my line of thoughts. "I used to have your attention when we were dating, but ever since we got married, we are now like two strangers living together. It has been months since our wedding, aren't you going to treat me with a little bit of respect anymore?" She fumed, while seeming aggrieved. "I am not your mistress, I am not a hooker you sleep with after a stressful day at work. I am not a girl who serves your drink, and begs for your attention. I am your wife— Mia De Luca Moretti. Why is it hard to ever hold a conversation with you? Would you have treated Isla like this way if she was the one who you got married to?"

A type of anger I could not point my finger at. ‘It is Lois Anderson’ I immediately corrected, and he looked puzzled by my reply. ‘Even though there has not been a formal word on your marriage with Aaron Carson, I know you are married to him’ he said, and I gave him a weak smile. ‘Yes we are married, but I did not take his last name’ I said swiftly.

Her eyes shone as she looked at Aléjandro. “Bienvenida a casa,” she said. “Thank you,” I replied. “Something smells divine.” Aléjandro greeted her with a hug and returned his arm to my waist. “Viviana, this is mi esposa, Mia Roríguez. Mia, Viviana, the master of everything. I swear there’s nothing this woman can’t do.” He looked out over the living room.

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

“Yeah. We are.” I kissed her forehead, then her mouth, slowly, tasting salt and relief. “No more running. No more hiding, okay. When something happens we will talk it over, even when it’s ugly.” She nodded, forehead pressed to mine. “Deal, mio marito." “My husband.” I chuckled. “Mia Moglie.” “My wife.”

I just noticed that Marie had a Spanish accent, I smiled at her , "Yes. " "Would you like to order now or you'd wait for your boyfriend? " My eyes bulged , "What?! Oh my god , he's not my boyfriend. We are just friends. Classmates. Project partners. That's all. " My face was hot and I'm sure it was blushing red too. "Okay , I get it , calm down Mija. " Marie said while laughing amusedly. Fanning my face , I sat back down. "Let me just give you today's special. Avocado toast. "

he says sternly I roll my eyes placing my hands on the table, my eyes on him as I lean over the table, “I might carry your name, Dominic, I might be Mrs Deluca and I have to become this woman I’m not, but I'll always be a Mariaon, I will always love my papa and be there for him anytime he needs me, dont forget, that's why I married you” I say my voice low and harsh His hand grips mine on the table before I can raise myself up

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Everyone could see that she was weak and overwhelmed by their questions. Marlie stared at the camera with a fragile face and said... "I am indeed Mrs. Baristanas." Murmurs started circulating among the people around. But Marlie ignored them and continued... "I don't know where you get all those pictures from. My husband and Miss Angelina have been friends since childhood. You can just frame my husband and tarnish Miss Angelina's reputation because of those pictures. Who knows... Maybe those pictures aren't even real. I trust my husband, and I know he loves only me.