My Second Wife Novels & Stories

He could barely manage one wife, and here in front of him there's a man with seven! "Can you speak a little about each one of them?" Mr. Cuffe manages to ask after recomposing himself. Erik shrugs and replies to the man. "Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth

The children were playing in the garden. "Sipho was a wonderful husband, he cared about me and the kids. When he said he was taking a second wife, I didn't mind. I knew he'd give us his full attention,there would be no need for us to quarrel. His behaviour changed a two weeks ago,he started coming home late,he went back to smoking..." The second wife interrupted... "He punched me twice, accusing me of cheating. I don't even know how to lie without getting caught..!" She said.

In the early years of our marriage, he kept that promise. He'd take me to business dinners, introducing me to everyone. On work trips, he'd video call to check in. All the other wives envied me for having such a perfect husband. Yet unbeknownst to me, Angelo had another home out there, keeping a 20-year-old woman as his mistress. If I hadn't followed him to her apartment after he claimed to be working late, I would still have been in the dark. But as he put it, I should be grateful that he kept my title and spared me public humiliation.

”She stated, as I almost choked on my saliva. She peered at me, as I swallowed. "You are his wife, aren't you?”I nodded, as she waved at me. “So nice to finally meet you.”My forehead creased with more confusion at her lovely self. She didn't like me a bit yesterday. What is going on? "Um, I thought you would be angry with me. I'm your husband's second wife.”I decided to go out straight, as I took note of her facial expression. She didn't flinch. She simply smiled. I finally concluded that not only did she have amnesia, she properly had an altered personality.

My hands twisted in provocation. “I so wish I could strangle him to death.” I touched my throat, feeling the sudden dryness. “I need to get water.” I rubbed my aching throat and made my way to the kitchen. “Finally!” I took a deep breath as I stood right in front of the kitchen. It took me forever to find it, but I was sure I finally did. “But Mr. Don’s second wife is way prettier than the first,” the words echoed from inside the kitchen. I stood still. Second wife? What were the maids talking about?

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

"I've told you, I can't help you find your mom and I can't be her." Liam sends me a knowing glance. "This is my wife, Laura." "Hi ma'am. It's good to finally meet you." She scrunches her face up like she's not happy to see me. "That's wrong, you weren't married to this one all along. The one you married was prettier. Who's this?" "My first wife, Neriah, died. This is my second wife." She finally decided to settle into a chair. Liam and I lower ourselves into the seats opposite her.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

He whispered, quietly looking around as if to make sure the reporters were not close enough to catch a glimpse of our conversation. “Yes.” “But I assumed he was—” “Yes, I’m his second wife,” I replied, feeling the sour taste of the word second on my lips. I’m a possessive girlie, and I am not ashamed of that, okay? “Oh… I’m happy he’s finally moving on.” “Yes…” The need to talk to Austin became more urgent as time slipped by, I shouldn't be in this much hurry and filled with so much anticipation to converse with him. But well, I am… I just can’t help it.

There were still many people criticizing her. “Neo, the wife from the second marriage can’t be compared to the first.”