My Life My Wife Novels & Stories

Jimmy mutters, slapping me on the back. I feel weak for exposing my life so openly, but I am suffering. Suffering for the fates giving me the three biggest surprises of my life but taking the woman I so desire. I can't imagine myself without her, without her bright eyes and captivating laugh; I don't want to live in a world where Selena Garcia isn't saying things without thinking and mouthing off. “I need to go home.” I get up quickly from the couch, feeling the effects of the whiskey in my head. “I need to see my wife.” I quickly leave the apartment.

“I’m sure your husband must be happy to have this every day.” I stopped for a while as I looked into space before taking in deep breaths and looking around. “I don’t think… I’m not married. At least not anymore.” She stopped eating. “What happened?” “It’s nothing,” I smiled. “He had other plans and I didn’t fit into it, that's all.” “That… sucks,” she said. “I can’t believe that something like that would happen to someone like you. You look so perfect. Who would do that?”

She knows me more than myself but just can't remember where she saw me first coz according to her we never met. "Hubby, you know whenever I stay with you I get easily comfortable and my heart keeps on repeating that you are known. It's crazy to know the person whom I hardly met 10 days before marriage and have now spend 2 months already. Still feels like I have known this person for years and not just few months. Are you my last life partner or what? And we were like lovers who got separated and died, and in this life we are blissfully together again?", Her ranting made me laugh but I didn't say anything to her and we fell asleep.

After that, she stepped closer and said, "I can marry you, but only if you agree that once we're married, we live our own separate lives and don't get in each other's way. Otherwise, I'm not marrying you!" I stared at her coldly. "The one I'm marrying is Michelle Cooper." "Michelle? She can't have kids, and she looks like she's about to collapse. You seriously want to marry her?" Kara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. "Even if you marry Michelle, you're not gonna be satisfied. She's so weak that you'll end up sneaking around with someone else sooner or later." Right then, Oscar rushed to Kara's side, his lips shaking.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

He gestures wildly between us. “You took my wife. You destroyed my company. You did everything just to prove you’re better than me.” I tilt my head slightly. “Everything I’ve ever done was to make sure I had a good life, and could provide for my family,” I say. “And if you’re talking about Monique…” I tighten my hold on her. “It’s not my fault you couldn’t take care of something as precious as she is.” “I love her!” he shouts. “So do I." Inshout back. “And we’re getting married,” I finish.

Liam looked deep into her eyes, his voice a gentle whisper, "Welcome to my life, wife." Rose's laughter filled the room, a melodic sound that brought joy to Liam's heart. She nodded, her eyes sparkling with affection. "I'm glad, my husband," she replied, her voice carrying a mix of love and playfulness. In that moment, as they stood there, coffee cups forgotten, Liam couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He was blessed with a love so pure, a partner who brought light into his life, and a future filled with endless possibilities.

I am proud to be her wedded husband and vow to never make the same mistake again because a life without her is a life wasted. THE END~

[Vanessa] Last week, my world changed forever, again. It’s crazy how many twists and turns we can face in one lifetime. Just a few months ago I was a housewife and part-time paralegal married to a man I thought loved me unconditionally, with a son who was my entire universe.

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."