Novel & Cerita My Life Is My Wife

"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?

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

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.

The gentle and protective way he fussed over her was something I hadn't seen once in the decade of marriage. My coworkers' expressions shifted from confusion to absolute disgust. Condemnation washed over me in wave after wave. I was nailed to the pillar of shame—scorned, judged, treated like filth. My flinty gaze locked onto Zachary. "Zachary, keep in mind that I will remember every second of this circus you two put on today. You're the one pushing everything past the point of no return. So, don't you dare blame me for what comes next."

I am just overwhelmed by relief too, at least now I can mark her and make her my wife. My wife! It sounds so wonderful. Over the years I have dated uncountable women, but I have never even in a single occasion thought one could actually qualify to be my wife, my life partner. I always thought it so difficult to live with a woman forever, but the moment I met Ruby, everything in me changed.

“She was the one who was quietly living her own life until I barged into it. It was a great relief for me that she continued to walk down the aisle when we first got married…” He showed the view from their room to his fans and continued, “And I'm even more thankful that she agreed to marry me again here.” “I love her… And I won't be happier if I'm not with her…” “Maybe…” “Maybe, I was too optimistic that the people who supported my music journey would also support my romantic pursuit…” “I was too complacent…” “And because of this, my wife had to endure and hide from everyone.” He looked at the screen for a good minute and continued, “You don't own idols. You don't own celebrities.”

~Ava~ “What of food? I haven’t ordered yet..” Dave mentioned, piquing my interest as he was practically pushed out by Egon. “Wait, don't tell me you eat out everyday?” I wasn’t going to ask, I tried to convince myself but hell no that I’m letting that go. “Tell me you don’t eat out everyday?” I asked, turning to face both of them, throwing the question at both of them. They turn to look at each other like I just spoke in a strange Language. “I thought I made myself clear with all my introduction, you are my first wife.” He said it, turning his head slightly to assess me, looking at me as if to confirm if I was joking.

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

My life changed. “Am I?” I asked myself. Mr. Lee chuckled. "I remember myself when I was young like you. My wife's messages would make me smile instantly. She's the reason why I work hard. The woman of my life who keeps supporting me no matter what happens. When I'm tired, busy at work, I only glance at her picture, and everything feels okay," he said. I don’t know why he’s telling me these words. “We really need a woman in our lives. They make our lives more colorful,” he said, laughing. I chuckled.