Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

My smile, the one for the mirror, didn’t reach my eyes but sparkled for the cameras. “What can I say?” I began projecting my voice with a veteran actor’s clarity. “Sometimes, destiny diverts us from the wrong path just to place us exactly where we belong. Maia isn’t just my wife; she is my salvation. I married the woman who truly knows me, who supports me, and whom I love deeply. The rest… the rest is just noise from the past.”

My men parted as I walked inside, their faces grim, their silence speaking volumes. And then I saw her. Layla. My wife. My everything. The woman I vowed to protect on the altar. I fell to my knees.

The sound of her voice was enough to unravel the careful composure I had maintained for months. I closed the distance between us, careful, measured—but my restraint was fragile, and every second brought me closer to the edge. “Selene,” I said, my voice low, almost reverent, betraying more than it should. Her lips curved in a small, knowing smile. “You seem… distracted.” Distracted. She called it exactly what it was, yet made it sound like an accusation, a tease, a dare. I swallowed hard, fighting the heat rising in my chest. “I… am not distracted.”

No retreat, no surrender. "Why do you think so?" “Because she’s wearing a wedding ring. She's the only woman I've seen since I came here, and she acts as if she belongs here," I shrugged. "I assumed she was your wife." A quiet chuckle escaped him after staring at me for too long. “Marisela isn’t my wife," he said and I blinked. “She’s my stepmother.” My eyes grew wide. That was his stepmother? But she— "I thought—"

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

"Haha. Can you really hurt me seriously? That's not enough, Jane," Kate yelled at the woman in front of her. "Why? Do you want me to add that and put a bruise on your whole face? If that's the case, Jester will disgust you forever. Anyway, he's been getting tired of you for a long time because my husband has already had an affair with another woman. "We're just totally the same. Ah, wait, the difference between us is that I am the legal wife. You? The Mistress." Jane was about to move forward when she spotted a folder Kate was holding with "Files owned by Andi Kate", which was written on it.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

I can't let a little girl to slap me and get away with it. "Ella no es una niña cualquiera sino tu esposa ahora." Joaquin said to him with his cold voice. (Translation: She is not some random little girl but your wife now.) "¿Desde cuándo empezaste a cuidar a tu esposa o no?" Alejandro asked him angrily making Joaquin to ignore his question. (Translation: Since when you started caring for wife or not?)

While she got steamed bun and mineral water. They sat by a table for two after paying the cashier. They were silently eating at first until Gigi opened her mouth. “I didn’t see for a few days here in our place. I thought you and your husband separated because of my cousin,” she said, licking her slowly melting chocolate ice cream. “Marco and I are just friends.” Eyebrows furrowed, Gigi turned her stool around to face her. “Marco doesn’t consider you as just a friend. And if I’ll have my way, if you’re not married, I’d like you for my cousin.”

I am not so good with words and I get speechless when she is around. “Care for breakfast?” She questioned but her focus was elsewhere, seeing as she asked me for breakfast, it was clear that she was no longer upset with me and this was good. “Yes.” “It will be ready in a few minutes.” I let out a smile and I can’t wait for her to serve breakfast. Breakfast got ready and she served me beef sausage and egg muffin she made and I thanked her for it. “Thank you.” She didn’t say anything to me and focused on her meal, Layla, what is going on in your mind right now? We have been married for something now and yet we are still like strangers to each other.