My Distinguished Wife And Humble Me Novels & Stories

I raised my hands sideward and softly bite my lower lip. "Would you do the honour, my husband?" "If that's what you want, of course my wife."

Charles reacted. "But I'm sure you realized I cannot be your husband. I am married to Adora my beautiful wife, and I cannot see you will be patient enough to push my wheelchair wherever I want to go?" His words tore Nicole's heart . While Adora's subtle smile of satisfaction did not escape Charles. "I do realized that, with so many things I have to fulfill for my husband's sake, I don't have the energy to push wheelchair. But if he is here I will be doted by my handsome and perfect husband." She said.

Donald went on, “because I don’t think anyone has been. “You are, in the scheme of things that matter, a very small man. An entertainer. A face that gets recognised in restaurants and forgotten by the time the bill arrives. “I don’t say that to be cruel. I say it because I think somewhere in the last month you’ve begun to believe you’re something else, and I’d rather correct that now, gently, than watch you find out the hard way.” The street went on behind him. A bus. Someone’s dog. The ordinary indifferent world. “My wife is not a woman you get to have coffee with indefinitely,” he said. “She is fragile right now, in a way I don’t expect you to understand, and she is mine, in a way I very m

"You've earned respect in your own right. Not just as my wife." "I'd like to think so, Master. But I'm so proud to be your wife." His smile is slow and gradual and warm. "And I, to be your husband. But Elizabeth, remember, you are my wife, of course. But you are not just my wife. You are yourself. And you have remained yourself. That too is something to celebrate." Inside, I glow. "Not the only thing though." "What else then?" "Us," I say. "You. Me. Singly and together. Husband and wife…" I lace fingers into his… "Master and submissive. But most of all, partners."

With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

The pink on her cheeks spread to the tip of her ears, and she immediately lowered her head shyly. "I am your wife, the least I can do is support my husband.." she whispered shyly. I smiled at her words, no longer annoyed at the fact that I had a wife. She was definitely a gem, and I was the lucky one here. If not for here, I never would have left the house, I wouldn't have made it here—

He grabbed his wife's hand and said, his voice and eyes filled with never-ending love, "You look very beautiful today, Madam Anderson. I am honoured to be your husband. Everyone must be very envious of me." She smiled at her husband and replied back, "You also look handsome today, Master Anderson. Now please excuse me." She briefly looked at Archer Williams and nodded. Leaving the men alone, she shook her head. Childish men. Wife. My wife. Husband. Madam Anderson. Handsome. Master Anderson. Handsome. Glancing at him, Master Anderson humbly said, "I apologize. My wife and I really love each other that we often forget the other people around us."

Trying to create distance this time. But he didn’t let me go. I sighed softly. “We still have work today.” “I know.” “You should let me go then.” He looked at me for a long moment. “I don’t want to yet.” That honesty again. Always too direct. Too real. I pressed my lips together slightly. “Liam…” He leaned closer slightly, resting his forehead against mine. His voice lowered. “You’re my wife,” he said quietly. “I know.” “And I like waking up like this.”

“I'm so proud of you, my wife.” My wife…. If only that were true….

"She's my wife." "What?!"