My Cute Wife Novels & Stories

Argo said in his heart. “Oh, my God! It was very sad to see my brother being such a cruel man to his wife. Why Edward could turn out to be so cruel like this? I can't imagine what if that happened. Tiffany would be devastated if she was divorced immediately after giving birth and separated from her child. God, please wake up my mother and brother so they can quickly realize this misunderstanding. Please make them think of Tiffany as part of our family again,” Rossalie said in her heart with sadness.

“Killian and I are just... not working right now. I just want to breathe. I feel okay here. I’ll send someone to bring my drawing stuff. If that’s okay with you.” I paused, just a second. I already knew my answer. “You can stay,” I said. “How long do you want? You’re always welcome here. Don’t forget—you’re my brother’s wife, and that makes you family too.” That’s what I said out loud. But in my head? Hell no, you’re not just my brother’s wife. You’re something way more than that to me already. She smiled again. “Thank you. That’s sweet.” Then she turned to stir the batter, and while her back was turned, I slid my hand into my pocket, pulled out the small chipped device, and slipped it into

He knew the walk home was too far, so when he spotted an open room, he darted inside. Another young man lay on the bed. His wife was gently tucking the blanket around him, making sure not a single corner was left uncovered. Beside them stood a five-year-old boy holding a cup of warm water, calling "Daddy" in the sweetest voice. For some reason, Ash's eyes welled up again, but he didn't let himself cry. He still had to borrow a blanket for his dad.

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. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“Not a lot. But yeah.” “With who?” “Doesn’t matter.” “It does to me.” I sighed. Long and tired . “You're my first Rowan you know that.” Rowan went very still. “Awww you're so cute ,” he said finally pinching my jaw. “who's wife are you.” “I'm no one's wife Rowan, I'm your husband. .” “Whatever. I wish it were possible for you to have my son. ” I laughed out so loud.