Mr Grouchy Wife Novels & Stories

Grace suddenly removed the hoodie she was wearing revealing a very visible baby bump, "Am five months gone" she told them, just then, a slap landed on her face from her mother "You little hoe, who is responsible for that bastard, who did this to you!" Mrs Crown's loud words made everyone uncomfortable as they looked at Grace who had began to cry by then, "Who is responsible for it!" Robert Yelled,

Groddy's voice was loud. "I haven't seen your wife since morning, I've been busy taking care of my husband and mother, Grodd."Sabrina answered when she found the man's face giving his anger. She was quite annoyed, because it wasn't just Groddy who was tired of their mother's attitude when they were at the palace.

it’s just not the best most time,” Marcus hugged his wife and kissed her for the one-millionth time. “Get away from me you seducer, you swear it but never eat my food,” Cherry pouted. “What are you going to do? Run away like the rich man’s wife?” Marcus mocked. Gabby’s food turns to water in her belly. “What did you say?” She asked Marcus. “Oh you haven’t heard, there’s a rich man’s wife on the run, her husband is looking for her, no one knows why she ran away from him, people believe he must be a physical abuser, who knows, it could be worse.”

“Do not mock me.” “I’m not mocking you,” Raine said innocently. “You are.” “Maybe a little.” Raine said with a smile. Mrs. Gloria groaned. “Are you our master's wife? Raine nearly dropped the spatula because she burst into laughter. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “I’m definitely not his wife.” “Are you his girlfriend?” Raine grinned mischievously. “That one can be debatable.” Mrs. Gloria wasn't having it.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

"How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?" I hung up. It was nothing but insults with her, and it always had been. She'd divorced my father for the same thing, yet she couldn't spare me an ounce of sympathy. I knew why. It was because she favored my younger sister, Megan Gallagher. Renee was a powerful woman in business and could hand Megan a cushy position whenever she pleased. My whole life, I'd bent over backward trying to make everyone happy. But this time, Mom was just going to have to be disappointed.

When she was almost choking, he let go of her lips, she breathe heavily as she complained in anger, “ Mr. Goenka, what are you doing..?? How could you do this in your wife's room? I thought.. I thought you are feeling guilty that you mistreated your wife but now... In her room, you are kissing another girl, shehh, ” she made a terrible expression as she felt heartache that her husband can do this kind of stuff in her room. He looked unaffected with her words as he said, “ It doesn't matter as long as.. ” “ As long as WHAT? ” she yelled while he looked deeply at her,

It was a picture-perfect moment, one that she had grown accustomed to over the years. Behind her, the sound of champagne glasses clinking and polite laughter filled the air. Their annual charity gala was in full swing, and Rory was playing the role of hostess to perfection. Her husband, Julian Saint Clair, was mingling with the guests, charming them with his famous smile and effortless charisma. Rory's eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Julian laugh with a young, beautiful woman. She was a model, or an actress, or something. Rory couldn't quite remember. All she knew was that the woman was young, and beautiful, and completely enamored with Julian.

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

“I’m… I’m Mrs. Stanley. Mr. Stanley’s wife. And you must be Mr. Grey.” He stared at me, his lips tightening. “Women like you disgust me,” he snapped without hesitation. My breath caught in my chest. Had I heard that right? “Did you just say I disgust you?” I asked, stunned. He didn’t even blink. “You claim to be his wife, yet you go around cheating on him. Yeah, I saw the whole thing.” “Mr. Grey, please,” I pleaded quickly, pushing down the wave of anger and shame rising in me. “I need your help. This is about my dignity—”