My Life Is My Wife Novels & Stories

Or literally bad. "I am the wife you are Who are you in my husband's life? "

"She's my wife." "What?!"

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

Five years had passed. In that time, Bruce and I not only grew more accomplished in medicine, but our marriage remained as tender and sweet as ever. We often argued passionately over medical theories, yet in private, he still found ways to surprise me. He once said, "At work, we are rivals and partners. But in life, I am yours and yours alone." He gave me both respect and the freedom to pursue my career. To everyone else, I appeared to be the very embodiment of a happy wife.

Raina snapped, "You can't marry Elara!" I raised an eyebrow, a mocking laugh slipping from my lips. "And who exactly are you to say that?" "Your wife!" Raina shot back. "In our previous life, we were happy! We had a perfect family! Everyone envied us! We were the couple people couldn't stop talking about!" She'd finally said it out loud—the secret that she had come back in time too. I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life.

“What I need is a wife.” ‎ ‎

It felt surreal, as if it were mocking him—this peaceful scene while his life unraveled. Emily had taken with her not just her presence but the very essence of his reality. They’d built a life together, piece by painstaking piece: laughter shared over coffee in the mornings, late-night discussions about everything and nothing, the secrets whispered in the dark. Their love had been his anchor, and now he felt adrift.

she said sweetly, as if she hadn’t just the entire situation to her liking. God, I hated her. I hated every inch of her perfectly polished façade. I wanted to grab that smiling face of hers and force her to talk—to confess. To scream at her, shake her, demand because. Why did she do this to me. What I ever did to deserve being the target of her selfish cruelty. If she wanted my husband, she could have him. I let him go, didn’t I? Even though the betrayal burned deeper than I’d ever admitted. But my life? Why did she want my life too? What was I to her? Just another pawn to crush under her stilettos?

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.