My Life My Wife Novels & Stories

"Oh my god! They're a hate-driven couple? How interesting!" "Let me get this straight. The husband felt his knowledge was tainted because someone else touched it, and the wife decided to make him undergo an organ transplant because of that, right?" "That's right. Look at him acting all high and mighty. As if anything in this world is truly clean!" "In reply to the poster above me, you're nothing but trash! Just because you're impure, you think everything else is tainted too, huh?" Comments from people watching the live stream scrolled relentlessly across the screen.

Ten minutes later, a black Maybach pulled up in front of me. A woman stepped out, looking elegant and striking. The moment she saw me, she ran over in her heels and threw her arms around me, pressing herself against my chest. "Ivan! Now that you're divorced, and I'm still single, let's finally be together!" Before I could even respond, she pulled me into the car. "I liked you so much back then. If you had married me, things would've been perfect. Who knew you'd have such terrible judgment? Picking Melody instead."

I sat in the bed and his words echoed in my ear, "Don't spoil your life. I can't think anyone other than her as my wife. I married her soulfully. She is my wife. Even if the fate destined to marry you, I would definitely divorce you. I don't want to spoil your life that is why I am informing you before the marriage itself. I can't imagine my life with you, please get away and have a successful life ahead. Don't spoil your life, "

Others didn't care. He leaned closer and closer, bit by bit. Then their lips connected. Their souls connected. There on the altar, their souls were sacrificed to the goddess of love. They kept kissing and kissing, until the loud applause from everyone brought them back to consciousness. Savannah's stomach tightened in nervousness as she turned to the standing guests still clapping. It still felt like a dream. She couldn't believe it. Her mind couldn't fully comprehend the fact that, she was married. Not just to anyone. But to her lifelong crush. Someone she had always believed was far fetched. Someone that she never believed would even spare her a glance. Someone she was planning his wedding

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.

“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.”

“Oh? Is that you, Mrs. Brooks?” The old woman asked the question from a distance while squinting at Jessica, "It's been a long time since I last saw you, but I always see your husband here. Today, I can finally see you and your husband together. You two still look good together, and it reminds me of how my husband and I used to look good together. Unfortunately, my husband flew faster than me, and I no longer have him stand by my side. That's why I'm envious when I see you two together."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

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.

I had only known this man for two weeks, and already he wanted me to play wife like it was some… some business transaction. I started pacing the length of the room, my bare feet brushing against the cold marble floor. His words echoed in my mind. One million dollars every month. A house. A blank check when we divorce. The numbers alone made me dizzy. That kind of money could change my life. I could finally stop worrying about bills, stop hustling for scraps, stop being reminded every single day that I was nothing compared to people like Nathan and Sarah. My hands curled into fists at the memory of Nathan making love to my so-called best friend.