Mi Esposa Novels & Stories

"Marco has no right to interfere in what I do with my wife" My words made her still and her thrashing stopped. Smiling,I placed a gentle kiss on her neck,at the exact spot she loved it the most. I heard her moan in pleasure. Struggling with herself. Her hands twisting but my grip not loosening. "Y..our wife?" She managed to ask and I stared into her eyes. Her breath hitting my face, making me enjoy this heaven of her warm embrace. "Yes ,Mrs Alessa Giordino Accardi.You are my wife and I will make sure that hell freezes before I let you go away from me again."

"Signora, si calmi. Chi è lei? E qual è il suo rapporto con il paziente?” (Ma'am, calm down. Who are you? And what is your relationship with the patient?) “I'm Tessa,” I said, barely finding my voice. She looked at me still confused with her brows raised. “I'm Tessa–Tessa Vitale. I'm his wife,” I said, almost breathless. Pairing our names together felt oddly comforting. It felt like something I could hold on to in a moment like this and accepting the fact that I was his wife made my chest flutter.

Then… “Anyway, that’s not the point.” I kept my tone steady. Cold. “What I wanted to say is this… Don’t start thinking that because I stopped Maya, I care. I don’t. I only did it because you’re my wife. And no one disrespects my wife. That’s all.” She stared at me. Her voice low but sharp. “Except you.” I looked at her. “I don’t disrespect you.” “Oh wow,” she scoffed. “You don’t? Of course not. You treat me like glass, just so you can break me.”

“Today, you rest. Tomorrow, we fight.” “I can’t. She’ll call Ray. He’ll—” “He is nothing.” She gestured outside, where Dragon’s cursing mingled with engine growls. “Mi hijo handles the policía. Now sit. Eat.” She ladled stew into a bowl. Chicken, sweet potato, something floral—azahar? My stomach roared. “Gracias, Marisol,” I mumbled, shoveling a bite. She stilled. “Madre.” “What?” “Call me Madre.” Her eyes softened, but her voice didn’t. “You have a mother who beats. I have a son who bleeds. The orishas brought us together. “Do you understand?”

I hit play, holding the phone away like it might bite. "Jas, it's me. I know you hate me right now. I deserve it. But please, we are still sisters. Mom wants us to talk as a family tomorrow. Ryan is upset. The baby... I did not plan any of this. It just happened. Call me back. Please."

She bit her bottom lip, looking everywhere else but at me. "Where did you go?" I asked her. "Perchè? (Why?)" she snapped bitterly. "Since when do you care what happens to me?" I was taken aback by her question. "Since you became my wife, Gia." "You dumped me here and disappeared on our fucking honeymoon!" she yelled before storming off, going into the hotel.

“I am also your client.” “That’s different.” “Aren’t you my friend?” “Stop guilt tripping me!” Fredrick groaned painfully, he suddenly turned sour. “I love her…” he said, his tone was sombre and soft, “I miss her, I need her. I am considering babies because it is with her.” “Alex, I realized it a few days ago that I actually want my marriage to work. I don’t mind the sacrifices I would make to have my marriage as happy as we were a few days ago.”

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.