My Life Is My Wife Romane & Geschichten

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

"That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me." She turned her face away. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were shaking. I moved my thumb toward the screen. "Blame yourself." "Wait." Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Her eyes were wide with panic. I smiled and set the phone down. There was no video, of course. I would never make a video that could reach my wife. I could not imagine my life without Celeste. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted in a wife. Beautiful. Loyal. Devoted.

“You are a lucky man to have such fresh meat to enjoy. You know, it is only a matter of time before they grow old and rusty. They tend to lose their beauty the older they grow, it seems to me that your wife has been taking enough care of herself as not to look like some fake doll that you would throw away after a while.” “The fact that you think that addressing my wife as someone that I would put aside amazes me.” I said, looking the man up and down. “She is not the one who needs ME in her life, it is the other way around. Had it not been for her, I don’t know what my life would be.”

To be part of her life and our kids is such a blessing. “My wife…” I mumbled, huskily. “I think I am starting to have this special feelings for you,” I whispered even more.

“You’re my wife.” if I’m his wife……Why does another woman keep getting pieces of him that belong to me?

I decided to step away but kept close enough to listen in to their conversation and to keep my eyes on my wife. Even though I had told her not to leave my side, I also wanted her to understand that she didn't need me to make her look strong. She was already strong, ten times stronger than myself. "You two were never the type to make a scene." Dante commented as he walked up to me. "What changed?" He asked. I kept my eyes on my wife, slightly smiling when I saw her sign to one of the other wives, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "I met the one woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. That's what happened." I replied, not caring if my words made the other man gringe.

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the