My Wife Artinya Adalah Novels & Stories

Because that's what partners did. Now I just looked at him and saw the script playing out exactly as it always had. "No," I said. The word hung in the air between us. Adrian's smile didn't fall immediately. It flickered. A micro-expression of surprise, quickly smoothed over. "What do you mean, no?" "I mean no." I kept my voice even. Calm. "I have my own expenses, Adrian. My own bills. I can't keep—" "Keep what?" Something shifted behind his eyes. The sheepishness cracking, just for a second, to reveal something harder underneath. Something cold. "Keep supporting your future husband? Keep helping our family build something?"

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

"She's my wife." "What?!"

“Please just this once.” “Gina, do you expect me to miss this business deal I am about to sign today just for some stupid art exhibition that brings nothing to the table?” “That’s not what I mean and that’s too harsh as well, all artworks are meant to be appreciated.” “So you need me to wire some money for the art exhibition to show my art appreciation right?” “No Liam, for heaven's sake I am your wife, all I need is the support of my husband to stand by me and see the beauty I created is it too hard for you to do?” Tears left her eyes.

It's the title of a land and a house, plus a picture of a dream house she painted five years ago. "Wow! It's beautiful." Upon saying this, her eyes are staring at her ex-husband. "Did you really make this? I thought—" "Yes, all you see is named under you. It's a gift after our marriage has been broken." "Thank you. How could you do this? The last time I saw this lot, it was an abandoned building." "Never mind asking my process of finishing it as long as you're happy. All is well for me." She nods at once; out of happiness, she hugs him tight with teary eyes. There's a love inside that activates now. Is it both of them?

my wife-to-be. ........

Each kiss, each touch feels like a declaration, a claim on my very soul. He nibbles down on my tongue, and the sharp sting of pain quickly heightens my arousal before his head pulls back. “You don’t f-cking push me away.” "You…don't understand…" I'm panting so harshly that it's a miracle I can get those words out. “I understand perfectly. It’s you who doesn’t. You’re my wife. My. F-cking. Wife. Do you understand what that word means? It means we belong together, not far apart.”

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked