Novel & Cerita My Crazy Wife

The member of staff who tried to comfort me said sarcastically, “People need to have common sense. I’ve never seen a man who’s in such a rush to marry a mistress before divorcing his wife!” “That’s right! He has no shame!” “I have to admit, only such shameless women can marry rich men.”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

The moans slid from my lips as I felt the last vestiges of my sanity snapping away. She wants pleasure, but she refuses to be dominated. Channeling her ego into desire, and f**king me breathless in a power play. Wifey’s hell bent on making me crazy, and I won't hesitate showing her what crazy looks like. Point: you’re my wife. Fisting her hair, I bucked my hips, thrusting into her mouth. She gripped my hips, her eyes hardening, as I picked up pace. “I don't know what gave you the temerity, but you’ve just made a f**king mistake because I'm not an ordinary man,” I growled.

"There's no mermaid, Casandra! I just left for a short while, and you've already broken what I told you to do." "I didn't break any rule; I'm just stressed being left alone while my husband is here with another woman." "She's not another woman, she's my wife." "But I'm also your wife, did you forget?" Casandra started to babble. "You're drunk, acting weird." "I'm not weird, I'm your wife, and I demand my emotional needs to be met tonight." "You're drunk!" "I'm not drunk, I just want my needs fulfilled." "If you're not drunk, then you must be crazy!"

So, two reluctant people came together. That woman is les, a strong career woman. But in order to explain to the family, they had children. It's just that not long after the child was born, his wife dropped a sentence: "Linda and I have been to America, and the child will be mine and hers in the future. You can do whatever you like. After all, we have no feelings, and we know it." Winston Barrymore forgot how he answered at that time, but he was sure to say, "Call me if you need money."

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Which only made me laugh more. “Wow, crazy people do exist.” She muttered dryly. I tugged on her hair gently, making her smile as I replied. “You’re married to a crazy person in that case. It makes you crazy also.” “No it doesn’t,” she scoffed. “You’re psycho and I’m awesome.” “Who in their right mind would marry a crazy person?” I asked in a duh tone. “What if they didn’t know?” “How wouldn’t you know?” I shot back, not missing a beat. Seeing she wasn’t going to win this. She huffed and accepted defeat.

Guess this means I need to go find my own crazy wife and lets this circus begin. Well, first of all, I need to shake every fucking person's hand and wait; every damn woman wants a kiss. Let us not forget my ass being groped and an accidental feel of a bicep. Not only is my wife insane, but this entire town's woman. So finally, I find our table where a very impatient Mekayla has been waiting, "Where have you been?" "Trying to get through the town." Well, she does not find that amusing.

The annoyance he's always hated is what he is craving at that moment, which comes along with her attention in the package. Even though he don't want to sound like a whipped person, he knew he is entirely whipped by his crazy wife whom he has tried his very best not to fall for, look where he is now. Hopelessly and irrevocably in love with her, as crazy as that sounds even to a mad person, he can't resist. She has no charm or anything that could bewitch him, but even with her craziness and arrogance the size of Mount. Everest, he found himself head over heels. He is trying to form rational thoughts about why he is feeling what he is for his wife but it is blank, nothing could show up his hear