Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

I said frustrated "I'm his wife not her,she wouldn't take care of him, the way I would " Mia smiled "you must really love him a lot" Love him?! Me? "What?" "I mean see the way you are worried and want to see him even if you know he's fine , that's a sign of someone who is madly in love" she teased I froze Madly in love? No she must be wrong "You are wrong , I'm not madly in love with anyone" Mia laugh"you don't need to be shy, it's okay to be madly in love with your husband"

And Aunty Claire replied, “Husband isn't the word, honey. Mr. Smith is a married man. A mistress, that's the word. Maria J, meet your new master,”

I was Cristiano’s wife now—someone she couldn’t intimidate, no matter how hard she tried. “At least, I'm married to Cristiano,” I smirked. “Unlike you, who is just a plaything that he would get tired of in no time.”

“Darling, congratulations on your anniversary. I wish you guys many happy years as a beautiful couple.” I smiled. That would only work if I could talk to my husband right now. “Thank you, I smiled.” “And it looks like there’s a little one coming soon.” She looked at my tummy and I smiled. Fuck I wanted to be out of here immediately. The woman, who I remember her name to be Mrs Huston, is a family friend and I didn’t want to be rude to her but I had to see my husband before he made a mistake that could ruin both of us.

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

"I wanted to know what was going on and now... now I know." When she lifts her gaze, it threatens to break my mask, there is so much pain. Then she smiles sardonically, and a burst of hysterical laughter escapes her lips. Fuck, I missed her laughter, her pretty little giggles. I ache to hear them. But this isn’t happiness. It’s pain. Too much of it. "I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This isn’t even funny." She clutches her stomach. "To think I married you to get away from my cheating ex and backstabbing friends. And now... it’s happening again. Except worse. I actually love you!"

The driveway lights cast long shadows as we walked side by side toward Nora’s car. Neither of us spoke at first. I couldn’t speak because I don’t know what to say. Should i comfort her and assure her that i would never leave her, or what? “I didn’t expect that,” Nora said finally, cutting off my thoughts. “Neither did I.” I replied. It seems she is finally understanding my situation. That’s why i love this bitch. My personal fucker! Nora stopped by the car, turning to face me. “You’re married now,” she said quietly. “I wish i was the wife. I would have fucked you every day till you completely lose your legs.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

A reluctant smile tugged at my lips. "Alright," I said. "One coffee.” We walked to the café in comfortable silence. It was a small place tucked between two larger buildings, warm and inviting with the scent of fresh coffee and pastries filling the air. "I'm Lina," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "And yes, I'm married. My husband is an idiot, but he's my idiot. You know how it is?" I blinked. "I'm Elara. And I'm also married."

He said as Natalia took the card. Piero put his sunglasses back on before turning to leave. “Hey Natalia Shaw!” The lady with red hair said as she got to Natalia and let out a sunny smile. “Well that man didn’t look too friendly.” Natalia grinned back, mirroring the other lady’s disposition. “Well, Marissa! How are you doing? It’s been so long since I last saw you.” “Oh, I went to Maldives.” The lady said and dove I to a rant about how great the weather had been.