My Second Wife Novels & Stories

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

I’m doomed! I showered and dressed, then descended the stairwell to find Mary setting the table for breakfast. I took a seat to have breakfast. Camille and Liam were absent from the breakfast table. Then I noticed my ex-wife making her way down the stairs. Why is this woman still in this place? What didn’t she get right this time? I’m not marrying her, NEVER, not in this life ever again, not even the next life, and 7 more lives to come. When I’m frustrated, she’s the only person I can fuck. With Camille’s threats, I don’t think that will happen again. Let her stay, though. Then I noticed my wife and son descending the stairwell.

Charlotte's fists clenched at her sides, the words slicing deep, but she held her ground. Charlotte's words dripped with venom as she sneered, “Back out of this marriage, so you can have a chance?" A bitter smile twisted her lips. "You think your little secret is safe? Anastasia, no matter what you do, you'll always be Howard's adopted sister, and I will always be his wife. You'll never take my place, so stop dreaming."

The movement of the bus and the hum of conversation slipped past her unnoticed. Deep inside, she was lost and confused. How did it come to this? She could still hear Drake’s voice from years ago. Drake's birthday wishes whispered in the dark of their apartment. First wish: let’s get our marriage certificate. Second: pups by the time I’m 26. Third: grow old together. The first wish… had been fulfilled. Right there, on his 22nd birthday, he had dragged her, while laughing, into the registry office. He was so eager and certain about it.

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Many insisted Vincent had never been a good match for me and urged me not to take him back. I logged into Twitter, liked, and retweeted one of those posts. The internet exploded with excitement. I chuckled at their reactions. Vincent and I had always been two parallel lines. By chance, our paths crossed for six years. But in the end, we returned to our separate ways. It was better this way. I never believed a man could win back his wife after wounding her so deeply. Vincent had pushed me beyond my limits. It benefited me that he was finally out of the picture.

"Let me introduce myself again. I am Emily's mother, and I am also the Chairwoman of the Wing Group. And he is merely a my husband who lives on my family." I pointed at Gary, who was not too far away. I took the marriage certificate from Ben's hand, held it up, and slammed it down onto the ground. At that moment, I saw Gary's eyes flash with embarrassment. But that was just the beginning! Everyone's mouths dropped open, eyes wide in shock.

“Ohh! She thought aloud, she had forgotten the two-day break the baroness forced him to take and she understood he didn't need to neglect his business for long. Immediately an idea came to her, and she went back to the kitchen, seeing the maid, she asked. “Did Mr Wheelers eat his breakfast?” “No my lady”, she answered. Celine thought of preparing something for lunch for him and taking it over. After all, he was her husband now, and she needed to make efforts so her second marriage would work. Now that she's matured and has some experience in marriage, there's no need to take chances. This time she thought she would put more effort into taking care of her husband's needs.

So now I’m supposed to feel bad? "Great. I really don’t see what that has to do with you being near me," I said and paused as a thought occurred to me. "I'm ready to be your wife," she said, and the audacity and confidence in her voice slightly annoyed me. "I'm married. I don't need a second wife," I said flatly. The more I said it, the more real it felt. "You can always divorce her," she said, and a muscle twitched in my jaw. She leaned forward.

Marriage alliances between rich families were just a type of collaboration. "I met Angie first, and I fell in love with her first. Before I turned 22, the only thing I wanted to do was to marry her and be with her forever! Why did I have to lose my memories… That person wasn't me! I refuse to admit it! Why do I have to bear the pain of being separated from Angie?"