Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

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. "

"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.

"Are you so desperate to come back to ruin our peaceful life!" "Peaceful life my foot! As if I don't know that Tristan find you inadequate for some reason it takes him a long time to marry you." She intend to taunt the other woman. Tristan had to hide his smile he doesn't know that Nicole has this side of her. It makes him realized that there's no dull moment with his estranged wife. "You! Are you saying that I'm a dull and useless partner?!" "You said it yourself. Don't put words in my mouth." She said matter of factly. She enjoy the play of emotion on the other woman's face.

“Sure thing love.” It didn’t sound utterly weird until I was done saying it and was walking my way upstairs like I had been here way longer than its owner himself. The muffled noise matched with that of a not so quiet questioning on my way up made me settle with pride as I got exactly what I was hoping for. Until my back made contact with the mattress that it all became so real. I’m freaking married to someone I don’t know, his grandfather wants me to remain with him and he definitely has someone in his life.

M means. "Oh, my God!" I exclaimed loudly. Surprised written on my face. I really wanted to throw my arms over his neck and scream in excitement that he can now finally speak and understand Italian but, his last word weighed much in my head. Mia moglie. I repeat those two words silently. I am his wife. He is my husband. Mia moglie means my wife in english and my husband means mio marito in Italian. Mio marito has M.M initials which also stands for my husband, but what is T.M? Argh! Why am I so slow----

I finally stopped sulking and put in the work to keep the restaurant afloat. "Your mom's husband is hot." Anne teased when she came over to help me do a make over in my room. Since Italy didn't work out for me might as well make Sicily work out for me. I was changing the colors on my childhood bedroom to white and she was helping. Well, not exactly the help I need, since she was busy ogling at Gus through the window much to my dismay. "Do you think he is ready to move or he is devoted to your mom and won't look at another woman down to his dying days."

In bed, she would not let me touch her at all. I looked at her and said sarcastically, “The guy you’re cheating with calls you his wife. You really expect me not to take the hint? “Don’t throw around false accusations like that! Calling someone ‘wife’ is just an intimate nickname in our circle. My fans all call me ‘husband’ too.” In front of the fans, Maximus quickly tried to distance himself from the situation. Willow shot me a glare. She then pulled out a divorce agreement from her bag.

I only knew the window was wrong. My ribs hurt. And a man I was married to had not left my side. I held his hand. And under the fog, faint and persistent and impossible to reach, something in me went on quietly aching for a thing I could no longer name.

In a nonchalant tone, she said, "There, there. It's not like Ernest did that on purpose. Don't put him on the spot, Bells. Besides, I don't blame him either." All of a sudden, a smile broke on Bella's face as she gave me a wink. "I frightened you, didn't I? I was just asking. Why did you have to get so jittery? Celeste is my best friend—she's not an outsider. I won't have anything to say even if you spied on her." Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Though, since when did my wife become so broad-minded? If this happened in the past, she was bound to kick up a fuss. But now, she was completely fine with me watching another woman.