Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

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.”

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“If her husband decides to knock you out, I won’t even bat an eye.” “Saint Vittori, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Santiago,” I said and shook his hand. “Call me Miguel, please, we’re practically family.” He greeted Kaelis as well, a bit more reserved. “How is your lovely aunt?” “Still happily married to the Russian,” I said. “Such a pity,” Miguel said. A beautiful woman walked toward us, her smile genuine and warm. She had laugh lines around her eyes, but it didn't take anything away from her looks. “Welcome. I’m Marisol Santiago.”

Her voice was soft and the smile on her lips never faded. "You're earlier than expected." I heard River's voice so I couldn’t help but smirk. So she really is the one he went to New York for, huh? I was just looking at her so she noticed it. She let out a tender smile before extending her hand to me. “Hmm, hi? You're River's wife for 2 years, right? I'm Marissa. ”

I felt a slight squeeze in my arm and I looked at my wife who smiled softly at me. “I would like you to meet my wife, Mariana, though you’ve met her too many times. She is the one mama. She brought light into my dark life and I feel so grateful for having her. And you have a grandchild now, our little Violeta, she’s such a charmer.” I said that with a chuckle. I could remember the last time Adriano came to see her and was immediately wrapped around her little fingers. “They’re the best thing to ever happen to me, and I fucking love them with all my heart. I will see you soon,” I dropped the flowers and moved back. This is it, everything has ended and now this is my new beginning.

The doctor chuckled softly before answering Arnold's question. "Ms. Irene isn't seriously ill. She's just a bit dehydrated from excessive vomiting and a lack of food and drink." "What do you mean, doc?" Arnold asked again, frowning. "Congratulations. Your wife is six weeks pregnant!" "What? Pregnant?"

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

Mario: Tell what? Gaymo: That we’re dating, and we love each other. Mario: Huh? You went too far, Gaymo. Gaymo: You mean, you don’t love me? Mario: Of course I love you, but as a friend. Gaymo: But you kissed me. Mario: Yes, because I love you as a friend. You’re like a sister. You remind me of my sister, Martha. Gaymo: I hate you. That is our conversation. I hate him so much right now. I was embarrassed with all the things he said. If that’s not love, then what is it? Will magic do some changes?