My Gorgeous Wife Novels & Stories

My wife. Bruce walks in he looks at me in surprise, I can see he's trying to see her face, I take the blanket from look at him while frowning he basically ran out of the office... I throw the blanket over her, move her golden blonde hair... How does this woman look adorable and so damn sexy at the same time. This woman is my Flippen wife. And I'm so damn proud...

he opened his eyes this time. I should feel intimidated by his stares but I'm not. Instead I move forward closing the distance between us but we're still not touching in this new position. I pushed my chest out a little as I dared him. I am aware of how the top of my cleavage is revealing, showing a large quantity of my breast. I bring up my hand and place it on either side of his collar, dragging it down and tiptoeing until we're the same height. "To support you just like you wanted Sean. I'm here for you, I'll show everyone out there how much of a good wife I can be. I will show them we're perfect together and what made you come back to me" I leaned closer and whispered in his ears.

They quickly changed their clothes. She tied her long chestnut brown hair into a bun, showing off her graceful neck and beautiful collarbone. Xavier looked at his wife and whistled. His wife was beyond gorgeous. He took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips for a long time. He looked at his wife with eyes full of gentleness and said, "I want to hide you, my stunning wife." Avery giggled and touched his well-defined abs. She hugged him tightly and replied, "I don't want to go to the beach anymore, my handsome husband.

Suddenly, I recalled that day last week, when I was teaching kids how to arrange flowers, a little girl had looked up at me and asked, "Sir, what is love?" "Okay." I heard myself reply to Wendy. The next day, she took me to register our marriage. The certificate seemed to shimmer, and I couldn't help running my finger across it. She leaned in close, her breath brushing past my ear. "I'm Mrs. Graham now." The word "Mrs. Graham" made my ears burn red. Yet, my mind drifted to the sunflower in the shop that always turned toward the sun. My phone vibrated in my pocket when we were sitting in a café. I picked up, and Penelope's voice came through. "So, you're in Baurisse."

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. 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.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

That was only the perfect word she could come up with at the moment. “Honey, let's go.” The man arrived and called his wife. “Oh, you're back.” She took his hand and rose. “Enjoy the party sweetheart.” She said to Charlene before walking away. Charlene heard her husband asking her if she knew her but she replied with no. She told him she admired her beauty, it wasn't like they had met before. Charlene sighed loudly. “Hey beauty.” A young man walked over and took a seat around the table. Charlene was lost looking around for Richard. Could he be around? “Hey,” He snapped his fingers in her face and that brought Charlene back.

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.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av