My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict! Novels & Stories

It was a woman, her tone frantic. “I'm calling from the Family Care Center,” the woman said, her tone more measured now. “We saw the news this morning, and we were so impressed by the way you take care of your wife. It's clear that you're a devoted husband, and we wanted to reach out to you. We want to interview you and your wife if you'll let us.” Franco looked at me, a soft smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “But we can't make it today because my wife is ill”. He said his voice was calm.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

“Lie all you want.” “It’s funny how you think you can compete with her. If I were attracted to women like you, you’d still be at the bottom of the barrel. My wife is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen—the most attractive I know. She’s a talented, award-winning actress, and the whole world knows who she belongs to. She gave me beautiful, smart kids. I’m a fulfilled man. What do you gain from trying to ruin my life? I gave you a month of grace, but you blew it.”

By the time I got home, I had already received her prison record on my phone. She had barely spent any time in prison over those three years. All those business trips Samuel told me about were just excuses. He had been working to get Stella’s sentence reduced illegally. For three whole years, in all the moments I could not see, during every night I lay awake waiting for him, the man sleeping beside me was doing everything he could to free the woman who killed my mother. He was just like my ex-fiance, Victor. They both loved Stella and treated her like she was the most precious thing in their lives.

asked Master Zack coldly. "That’s right," Jackson replied with a faint smile. "She's an ex-convict who's now working as a sanitation worker. Are you seriously going out with her? Do you want our family to make headlines?"

He looked too responsible to demand intimacy with a woman he barely knew. “I'll be staying with you for two days and after that, we'll both go visit my family. I want to introduce my new wife to my family..” Maybe it was just me overthinking this but it seems to me like he's happy about this marriage. “How pleased will they be once they find out that you got married to an ex-convict?” I threw my question at him. He didn't speak for a while and I took silence as my response. “Your slate has been wiped clean, you're not an ex-convict..” he finally spoke.

“-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?” I froze, surprised by how much this man knew about me. “Uh-” I stopped, unable to come up with any words. He rubbed the side of his neck awkwardly, “I was a fan..” he trailed off uneasiness evident on his face. When I was in college and after college, I was a model for a fashion collection. I was really social until- Jarrod found out I was pregnant with Cameron's child and my reputation was ruined. That was the only thing I did in my marriage asides look pretty and sexy.

“Get out! Who on Earth let you in?” “Who are you?” The woman rubbed her leg, visibly in pain and displeased. “Me? I am Alex wife. Who the fuck are you? Why are you acting like you are so close to my husband?” Rose asked, looking at her arrogantly. Alex caressed the woman’s hair and spoke to her in a gentle voice, “She is no longer my wife. We are divorced.” The way he acted so affectionate towards her made it seem like they were a loving couple.

she said while trying to hit Travis. "You should learn from your wife," she said while continuing to strike him. Travis kept on ducking to avoid Grandma P's assault I still felt strange to hear Grandma P referred to me as Travis' wife. I was not his wife anymore. We were only here to pretend nothing more, nothing less.

A woman walks up to our table. "Drinks?" she asks. "Coke," he says and looks at me. "Water please." The woman walks away without another word. "I met my wife at a truck stop. She was waitressing. It's a rough life." His wife. Another sense of calm comes over me. "Your wife doesn't travel with you?" "She did for years. We have grandkids now and she takes care of two of them during the week while our daughter works. Her good-for-nothing ex-husband left her right after the second baby was born. I should have kicked his ass when I had a chance."