My Most Precious Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.”

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

Champagne toasts. Owen appeared in every single picture. And I didn't appear in any of them. Every place where I should have been had been carefully erased. The narrator's voice filled the ballroom. "Thank you for standing by my side through every storm for five years." So it was five years, not three. While I was pouring everything I had into our family, sacrificing my days and nights for our home, the partner at Adeline's side had already become someone else.

Solana taught me that. I think I'm fine now. No! I am indeed fine now. I couldn't wish for more. I have the greatest gift in my arms. My loving and beautiful wife. Solana Avria Evans. It was euphoric to hear my last name on her name. Mom, I'm happily married now.

"Here it is: I don't just love my wife – I burn for her" The hall exploded.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

"Of course, there's a chance. I remember that my wife had a heart disease so it was really hard for her to bear a chance since it would put her in danger. But you know what? She risked her life to give me my little girl. It was so sad, but at least she left me a mini her." I smiled. "Do you think I should do the same? That I should sacrifice myself to make my husband happy?" He stared at me with sad eyes. "To be honest, I don't wanna lose my wife. She's the most precious woman in my life before our daughter. But it's her choice." "Then, I should decide?"