My Life My Wife Novels & Stories

I guess I was settling into this life as the wife of Nikolai Vetrov. T. B. C!

“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…” ********

Troy Hanzou Monreal's Points of View; I don't know how I got up since I mourned the loss of my beloved wife. I don't know how I can continue my life when the only woman who gives me strength has been taken away from me by God. Is that really the life of a person? Is my wife's life really only ended there? She is not a bad person, but why was she chosen to be dead at such a young age?

I have lived this long without being a wolf and I can survive a bit longer without it. We head back towards the party and I see my beautiful wife standing beside my great uncle Zachary, talking quietly. I grin at the word wife, feeling a rush of happiness and love. She is my wife. My mate. I move across the room, through the milling crowd of people to get to her. Coming up behind her I slip my arms around her waist and whisper in her ear. “Want to get out of here, wife?” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “Yes!”

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Your husband’s preliminary cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest. This type of condition is acute. If someone had been with him and called for help in time, he might have survived. Unfortunately, your husband wasn’t that lucky.” That meant, if only someone had been there to perform CPR at the time, I could have been saved. “What was I doing at the time? I was... He’s dead because of me.” I hovered in the air and watched her fall apart, but I felt nothing inside.

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.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I stared up at the ceiling, breath unsteady, the room buzzing around the edges with my wife riding me to ecstasy. My wife. The woman who once drove me crazy in all the wrong ways, now with me in everything that matters. My nemesis. My match. My wildfire. I chased her, fought her, lost to her, learned from her… and somehow won her in the end. Happy married life to us. Forever with my Wildfire.

And someday her whole family would be back in the front row to see her and hear her when the curtain rose. “I want to do this now, I want to stay home. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to if I decided to go back, and I know you won't. But I really need to live this stage of my life; I want to see everything, experience everything about being a full-time mother and wife. It's something I chose, I'm doing it because it's what I feel.” Balancing life, every aspect of it, isn't easy. But it's easier when you have someone like Daniel, willing to share responsibilities, to be understanding and committed, to prioritize your dreams. In short: life is easier when the person by your side doesn'

I’m such a bad wife. . A. Gupta

How could I feel nothing as life and death separated us? “Marco, this time, it really is goodbye.” With the Don dead, chaos erupted around the room. I reached into Marco’s jacket, took the key, unlocked my handcuffs, and walked out without looking back. Now, I was truly free, and I would live my life, just like I had promised. I returned to the research base and never remarried. Love was a riddle with no solution. I had seen it myself. For the rest of my life, there would only be science and the distant horizons waiting ahead.