My Life My Wife Novels & Stories

[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."

“Luna.. My wife.. I saw my dead wife..” She looked lost. I never told her about being a wife before. “Your wife? What wife? Were you ever married? You had a wife?” “I did.. And I saw her.. She, she..” I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I screamed.

Life was good. In fact, my sex life was better than good. My wife, Anna, had never, in the six years I have known her, refused me sex. We've had the most active sex life that I could imagine. Certainly better than most couples, if the conversations between other men, overheard at work, in restaurants, or in bars about how their 'old lady' rarely 'put out', were to be believed.

She's now more lively in our conversations through the phone. In these past months, things are moving smoothly. The bond between me and my husband is becoming stronger. Each passing day, we keep on loving and trusting each other. The internet is no longer on fire because of our public appearance some months ago. Everyone now knows that I am the wife of Jace Williams, the famous musician and businessman. I go to events with my husband and I'm glad that I always make him proud instead of irritated. Well, my husband had already said that no matter what I do I won't irritate him.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

I had no choice but to always be around Chloe because we were looking for the best solution to win the case and she had to involve her other colleagues. Anytime I return home to have a good moment with my wife,she brings out the divorce topic. My life is doomed already, I am losing the important things that mean so much to my life gradually. I went to the cafeteria to get lunch and I saw my wife with Michael, he said to her, “Layla, please I need you in my life, give me three months and if you don’t want me I will stop bothering you, I love you, I don’t think I can ever be happy without you, my mom is also wishing for you to be part of our family.” I was already vibrating and I tightened my

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

"You've got a week to prepare. Report to HQ next Wednesday." "Thank you, Mr. Fuller." I thanked him and left. By the time I got home, it was already 12:00 pm. As I looked at the empty room, my heart ached. When we first got married, Emma and I used to rush home for lunch together every day. But since Keegan joined her company, she'd often make up excuses not to come home. I tried to be understanding and took nutritious meals to her office. But when I got there, I saw her sitting next to Keegan, laughing and sharing a lunchbox.

L, I guess we really are meant to be together. I had already prepared myself for the worst. Even so, each post felt like a sharp knife cutting into my chest. Every word left another wound that hurt. Someone commented under the post. [You’re so lucky. Let me borrow some of your luck! I hope I can meet my true love someday too.] Felix replied right away. [You will. Let me tell you a secret. My wife brings me luck! She has helped me a lot with my Firefly Project. It’s almost finished and will be announced soon. Maybe I’ll become someone the whole world knows then.]