My Life Is My Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

Alice, my wife, and our newborn child, peacefully slumbering together, embodied everything that truly mattered to me in this world. I couldn't help but be amazed at the journey we had embarked upon together - the trials, challenges, moments of joy, and the depths of love we had explored. Over the past few years, we faced ups and downs that tested the very essence of our beings, yet Alice stood beside me, a beacon of unwavering strength. Looking at her now, my heart swelled with love and admiration. She was more than just my spouse; she was my partner, confidante, and unyielding pillar of support. Her determination, resilience, and fierce love for our family were qualities that I deeply cheri

Unflinching. “She is my wife.”

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

My mother would likely shoot me on the spot if she knew that I was embracing a soft spot for my wife, but I didn’t give a shit. I fully intended to keep my personal life and my business one separate. “Is your food not good?” I asked lightly, leaning back in my chair and regarding my wife. My fucking wife. Despite the fact I had been duped, my inner alpha roared at keeping Naomi in that position. She was truly my equal, and my life without her, well, I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to think of her at all, yet here I was, worried about her, worried about whether or not she ate her supper and what might have her so withdrawn from me tonight. There was no teasing glint in her eye,

I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him. Yes, my husband is such a very ideal one. Not that I only love him because he's like that, but I guess he's only ideal because I'm so in love with him. I suppose I sound like I'm a protagonist in a cheesy romance story, but that's alright. I love how I'm living with Landon and I'm ought to live this lifestyle with him for as long as I exist. For as long as we exist, rather. I giggled.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”