My Two Wife Novels & Stories

I never have complaints. “Well, it should be! I know how to work you… I am your wife.” I murmured snuggling up to him. “No… You’re going to be my sister-in-law. I’m already married.” He replied firmly. “I can’t be married to two women. Besides, I already have two children with my wife.” “You already have children… With Beatrice?” I asked softly. I felt my heart get crushed at that.

She asked with an angry face. My face brightened slightly at the question he asked. Will this be a sign that she'll ask me to return to her? "She'll be my business. You don't have to think about it. The most important thing is that you will live with me again as a couple," I said confidently. "She will remain my legal wife because with her, our business will grow. And you, you will be my second woman, Noella. Isn't it an honor for you to be my second woman? It's nothing new for you to have two women at a time, right?" I asked, sounding casual.

For the rest of her life, she would continue to be called a home wrecker by people who knew that Ella was Evan's wife. "Why do people in this country love to meddle in other people's business so much? In my country, even ordinary people live together without being married," Nathan asked. The man had now stopped exercising. He looked over at the group of women, or perhaps grandmothers, who were busy pointing at Ajeng. "Everywhere, second wives only want the wealth. I'm on the first wife's side. I feel sorry for Ella, getting cancer because her husband remarried." "I can't imagine how painful it must be for Ella. She had been with her husband since the beginning, and then that woman just casua

Quietly. “I have a meeting at ten,” he said. “We’ll go together.” She blinked. “We?” “You’re my wife again, Anais. Not my ghost.” She forced a small laugh. “I thought I was just your legal accessory.” His jaw twitched, but he didn’t rise to the bait. “I need presence. The board is watching me more closely now.” “And they care about who you’re sleeping next to?” Cassian didn’t even look at her. “They care about appearances. Stability. The public image of the company’s future. A married man is easier to trust with a legacy.”

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.

"Pak Ares will let you know when it's the right time." Feby clicked her tongue. "You're just his lackey, don't boss me around!" "I know my place. I hope you realize it too, Feb. You’re just his mistress." "Shut your mouth, Angga! I'm his wife," Feby retorted, not accepting it. "Even though... the second wife." Angga smirked. "Oh really? You can only be called a second wife if the first wife knows. Meanwhile, you? Your status is kept secret. In other words, you’re just a kept woman."

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

Lady 2 : Get the hell out of my husband's car prostitute! WTF! Husband's car? That's when I gathered 1 + 1 and came up with 2...

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.

She could, but he couldn't. Enjoy.. ****** There is wife watching and then there is wife watching. They sound the same, but they are way different. The first one for example, is watching your wife spread herself for some one else while you either participate or hide in the closet. The second one is watching some one else's wife do the same thing while hiding in the closet. I've done both and I loved doing both; I just hope that I'll be able to do it again.