My Most Precious Wife Novels & Stories

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

“I come bearing peace offerings.” She looked inside. Thai food. Her favourite restaurant. Not the expensive one they occasionally visited for celebrations. The small family-owned place five streets away. The one she discovered during their first year of marriage. The one she had introduced him to. “You remembered.” The sentence came quietly. He looked at her. “Of course I remembered.” A small smile touched her face. “Most people forget that place exists.” “I almost did.” The honesty made her laugh again. They ate quietly for several minutes.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

She cursed herself and her body, for being so stupid and for reacting the way they did to his touch, not after the way he had abandoned her many years ago, and just when she thought she was back from the past and had moved on with her life he just appeared from nowhere. It has been over six years since James left her with his baby growing in her womb. Catherine has to work hard to care for herself and the baby she now nurses in her stomach. If only she could reverse the hand of the time, but then again she was left with a wonderful gift life can offer the gift of a son, She smiles to herself. Ellis her son, was the only source of her joy, her strength, and her pride. He has been her source o

He realized that the most precious gift he could give her was his unwavering love and unwavering support. As the years went by, their love deepened and matured. They faced triumphs and tribulations, celebrating each victory and finding strength in their unity during moments of adversity. They built a life together, one that was not defined solely by Sean's wealth, but by the love, respect, and understanding they shared.

She said to her husband confusing me but my smile never left my face. “Hello Father.” I said getting to me Harrison who still sat on his chair staring at me. I heard he wasn't a fan of women but he likes me, while Elena to be precise. He always spoke with me whenever he came around but now I'm my sister. “Elara, I hear you give my wife a VIP spot in the games last time.” He said taking a sip of his whiskey. I smiled even wider, “We did it together, plus mother deserved that spot.”

(Sean POV) Your time, attention, love, and concern are the most valuable gifts you can give to someone. And the most precious gift of mine was already in the possession of the special woman in my heart. I'm madly in love with her. Every day, I want to spend more time loving her. And here's what I discovered. Love is a concept that will never be truly understood. Because my wife was crying once more as a result of my surprises. Because I am her husband, she must be used to being surprised in this manner. As we live together, there is more surprises waiting for her.

I mean almost the entire leaving room was messed up. He enjoy serving women so he must do it for us. Keron Underwood hurry up and cook lunch for us. Rynet dear come and sit with me our husband we do everything for us from now onwards. She told. Rynet dear coming from her mouth felt like hell to me. I hated her the most. How can she even call him our husband.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”