Mr Grouchy Wife Novels & Stories

Grey asked as he extended his hands for a handshake. “Clara.” I said as I faked a smile while leaving his hand hanging. Grey suddenly dropped back his hand as he chuckled softly. “It seems like your woman is a shy person.” “Yes she definitely is…anyway, how is your wife??? Did she come here with you??” Arsenio asked. “Nahh, she just gave birth to my second child and so she went to her family’s for a while.” Grey said. “He also has kids…just very fucking perfect.” I said to myself again.

"Woman are not dangerous, they are thr best thing created by God." "Happy marriage anniversary, Mr Riki," A woman's voice greeted Mr Riki and he had to break the conversation with Samanvay to attend his other guests. He turned toward the voice. His new business partner was standing with his wife. Sara Merchant and Neel Oberoi. "Where is Mrs Riki, she is nowhere to be seen," Sara asked him. "Makeup." Samanvay answered before Mr Riki could. "We both are waiting for our wives to come back from the restroom."

"So what? You marry her and then divorce her in a few years? You say you don't like her now, but what happens when you start spending every waking hour together? Have you thought about what happens if you actually fall for her?" "Apollo!" A hysterical cry cut through the room before Apollo could answer. Both men turned toward the entrance of the VIP suite. Georgia stood there with her makeup smudged and her hair uncharacteristically disheveled. She smelled strongly of wine and her eyes were wild with a mixture of grief and fury. "Apollo!" she cried out again. Apollo instinctively crushed his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. Georgia lunged forward while throwing her arms around him and

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.

I clenched my teeth and held my back as straight as I could. I was hissing through my teeth. "You might be blind, Rochelle, but I'm still Matthew's wife! You're going to get fired for this!" Rochelle Wood chuckled and huddled close enough to whisper into my ear. "Do you know why his mother took my side? Because I'm pregnant with her grandkid! Even if Mr. Grayson does show up, it's me against you. He's going to take my side, you barren bitch."

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

She opens the front door with a plan to walk straight up to the bedroom to rest for some time, but she doesn't make it to the bedroom. The unpleasant sight she sees in the living makes her drop her handbag in shock. What can be more shocking than seeing Keith, her so-called husband sitting in the living room with a girl saddling him as they kissed hungrily? Oh, the fact that the girl is Ramona. Yeah, that's more shocking.

"Oh, James dropped me home. I was grateful he didn't ask me questions. I would have broken down in the car but luckily, I got home before that happened." "It's okay. sometimes, the bad people must leave for the good ones to show. Who knows, some billionaire somewhere must be missing a rib," Monica teased casually. "Talking about billionaires, how is marriage with a billionaire? I noticed your scent has even changed. You smell like your husband," Gertrude exposed. Monica's cheeks were heated before she said, "Contract husband," she corrected. Gertrude's jaw dropped in surprise. "Don't be surprised. I couldn't tell you because it happened so fast but please keep it a secret. Aside from my fami

She didn't bother much about that. She had her plan fixed out already. "I know that you will never disappoint me". Huck clapped his hands, standing up from where he was sitting, the moment he cited Daisy. "She never disappoints". Marley smiled next to him. Daisy almost didn't recognize her She looked fatter than she had saw her before. She should obviously be fat; not after they had sent her away and stayed back to feed on her property. "So, aside from you, who are the others, who are trying to get back at my husband?