Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

I replied smirking at them. "Aaron Malhotra open your fucking mouth right now before I punch you so hard," I nudged glaring at him which made him come out of his dream land. "Everyone meet my mysterious wife, who is mysterious to world. Mrs. Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. The love of my life," he replied grinning. Monkey monster. Jerk. Idiot. Moron. "For how long you both married? How long is your baby?" The same reporter asked who smirked at me.

"Maria de la Soledad. Marisol for short." "Mary of the solitude." Jesse mused. "Marisol means sea and sun. I'll just call you sunshine from now on." "Can you say something in Spanish?". "eres perfecto tal y como eres." Jesse cited. "Thank you." She smiled. "All done." He said after a few minutes. "Oh wow." She looked down at her feet. "Thank you so much." "It's nothing." He said and stood up. "Is Regina preparing dinner already?".

"Dearest people of New York. I sincerely apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my marital status. I just want to clarify: I'm single now, but I had a wife five years ago whom I named..." The focus of most people is interrupted. It seems they are left hanging by the CEO's breath-holding because he is a bit hesitant to share the name of his ex-wife. But he believes that when Ava watches his explanation, she might change her mind, come back to him, and forgive him for all his mistakes. "Nicole Roque..." is the continuation of her sentence. The people's brows furrow. They probably don't know that woman. "Huh? Who is Nicole Roque?" This is what they often say while looking at each other a

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

Now, get going before you’re late again. "Sí, mi mujer mandona." "And what did you call me now?!" Maria said, sticking her fingers into my side to tickle me. "My bossy woman," I said, laughing loudly. Te amo, mi mujer mandona. [I love you, my bossy woman.]" Maria laughed, tickling me some more. "I’m not bossy; I’m the boss. Remember that, Diego." "Si, jefa." I said as I walked out the door with a big grin on my face.

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

As she got to her house, she stormed in furiously anyone who saw her would know she had a bad day. “Mia cara, cosa ti ha fatto arrabbiare così tanto da non vedermi salutarmi?” _(My dear what has you gotten you so mad that you didn't see to greet me)_ “Mamma, sono Aiden, sembra che non mi ami più ed è tutto a causa di quella puttana spudorata che si fa chiamare sua moglie” _(Mama it's Aiden it's seems he doesn't love me anymore and it's all because of that shamelessly bitch that calls herself his wife)_

,i hugged her again. "I couldn't angry with you Anisha , i love you child", she kissed my forehead. "I love you too Mariam and thank you for tolerating me" "Not me ,you should thank Michael , he isn't what you are thinking. He is a good boy and self-made man",she said looking at me. I know that's why it's bothering me! "How looks his wife? Is she beautiful?", I couldn't help but ask her in desperation. Her face expressions changed into sad,"I don't know she was beautiful or not"

Marissa’s POV “I am not your wife if you recall, so stop saying to other people that I am,” I opened up when we got into the car and were now going in the direction of the company. “I’m just playing around,” Diego said and chuckled. “Also, I don’t see anyone to be my wife except you, so…” Ugh, he’s speaking gibberish again… I rolled my eyes and just withdrew my phone from my bag when I felt it vibrate. It was a text from Mrs. Rivera, asking where I am right now. Gosh, I still have not had breakfast and yet the meeting is going to start now in an hour.