My Two Wives Novels & Stories

Everything was controlled, curated - except her. Lady Vale’s gaze dropped, not to Elowen’s face, but to the space at Elowen’s waist, to the implied position beside Rowan. “A second wife,” she said, as if the title were a gift. “Is still a wife. Still protected. Still seen.” Elowen swallowed. Her throat felt too narrow for air. “Protected by whom?” Lady Vale didn’t blink. “By the realm’s customs. By Rowan’s honor.”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

' She said, sighed, and crossed her arms. 'What are you doing here?' She asked me with frustrated looks. 'How could you be so....shameless. Your husband...kicked you out of this house and you're...again here. Wow!' He said and rolled her eyes. 'Shameless.' I scoffed 'Twenty years ago a girl once married an already married man....and kicked his real wife out. Who do you think is shameless in this story? The girl or the wife?' I said.

Women threw themselves at me, when they knew my wife was gone, the first year was torture and the second was my undoing, the urge to release my fury my stress, drove me into the arms of one of my dancers again, one night of lust was enough to bring the Devil in me to the surface again. After that they were only one night women, all of them had to have a resemblance with her, with the woman I wanted in my arms, with the one I needed in my bed, sometimes I called them Fiorella and they obeyed, they did everything I wanted, but they were never her. She was elegance, innocence, seduction and passion, all in one woman, in my wife, my life went on, my business grew bigger than ever, my alliances e

Ava twirled her hair with her finger, “I mean, I saw tears in Tristan’s eyes earlier and I was wondering where you went.” Tears in Tristan’s eyes? What was this woman saying? “What happened to him?” I questioned with a sense of urgency. Ava shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know about that but what I do know is that his second wife is giving him a shoulder to lean on why his first wife.” Diana is also his wife; those are the words I tried telling myself, but deep down, I didn’t want it, and I knew she wasn’t the real Diana. I kept a straight face, “Is that all?” I questioned nonchalantly with my left eyebrow raised.

A day to the end of iddah , The bang on the door was something so shocking and deafening and she wondered who it was… she rushed to the door and as soon as she opened it, she was pushed In by Sadiqah who seem ready for a real fight and Aziza panicked, she was glad that Habeebullah was not home and Hibah was sleeping peacefully, she does not want them to see violence of any kind. “What are you looking for here?” Aziza asked her. “So you think you can do all that and get away with it … you made him return to you completely right and you think you have won?” she said raising her voice and Aziza's heart was beating faster. “I don’t understand what you are talking about…” Aziza tried to explained

As nightfall approached, I anxiously fiddled with my dress, waiting for Marc to enter the room as he had promised. Earlier, there had been a heated argument among his wives, with Jade, the third wife, who claimed that she was told she would be the last. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of sharing her husband with another woman more beautiful than her and demanded that I be kicked out. Rona simply insisted that Marc sends me packing without offering a reason. As a maid led me to the bedroom, I already knew that my time here would not be easy. Never in my twenty years of existence did I imagine that I would end up marrying a man with three wives and becoming the fourth.

Lumi Hawthorne suddenly changed her tone, screaming, "Why is this despicable woman allowed here? She's just a lowly woman, trying to seduce you! Ronan, don't be fooled!" "Wait." Ronan suddenly spoke. Lumi Hawthorne clung to him, crying and clinging to his legs, saying, "Ronan, I saw this despicable woman here, afraid she wanted to seduce you, so I acted impulsively..." "Are you daring to say my wife is despicable?" Ronan's complexion turned completely black this time. Wife? Lumi Hawthorne's mind buzzed. She looked incredulous and trembled as she spoke, "Her? She's Ronan's wife?"

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.