My Lovely Wife Novels & Stories

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.

I just nodded at her and went straight to our room to call my wife. When I entered our room I saw my wife sleeping peacefully. I went to the side of the bed and I sat down quietly. I look at my wife’s beautiful and peaceful face. My wife. I love you so so much. I fix her hair and touch her face. I gently caresses her face. I love you wife so much. I slowly brought my face closer to her. I moved my lips closer to her. I closed my eyes while I let my lips touch her lips.

I stepped forward again, heart racing, soul screaming. “Then I’ll find my way in, Lilith. By hook… or by crook, I’ll get in again.” I leaned close, voice trembling but resolute. “My wife. Dear wife. You are mine. Not my brother’s. And I’m going to keep…” You.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

A smile slowly spread across her face as she remarked, "You bear a striking resemblance to my husband. Even his beloved white attire suits you perfectly." Valentine Anderson's confusion deepened at her words, a multitude of questions swirling in his mind. Taking a moment to compose himself, he finally asked, "Where is my wife, Andrea Singers?"

Anita Hargrove steps out on husband at anniversary dinner. Kelvin Rae comforts billionaire’s wife while husband dines inside. Donald Hargrove spotted retrieving wife after she was photographed with ex. That last one had a second photograph I had not known existed — Donald coming through the front door. His face composed. The caption beneath it read a class act. Fourteen thousand likes. I put the phone face down on the daybed. Picked it up again. My notifications were a number I had stopped counting. Messages from numbers I did not recognise.

I swear I can feel her love for me through her smile, so what the fuck is wrong with me? “Oh, I do love it when you wear Tom Ford,” she says, slipping her arms around my waist. “You look incredibly handsome, my husband.” “And you’re incredibly gorgeous, my wife,” I say and place a soft kiss on her lips. “Ready to go?” She nods and forces a smile. “Ready; I do hope Olivia has that delicious champagne served again. I should really get the name from her,” she says as the elevator descends, and I notice her idle chit-chat all the way to Moore Hall.

No marriage is perfect and she was and is willing to stay to make everything right between them. “ And I love you,” she smiled at him. His secret admirer, now his wife. His beautiful, intelligent, loving and caring wife. Ida and he couldn’t wish for anyone else except for her. THE END.

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