My Wife Artinya Adalah の小説・ストーリー

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”

“Where is it stopping?” The man looks concerned, “Listen buddy, I don’t want trouble.” “No, that’s not what I meant. My wife thought I wasn’t going today. I got home from a trip and told her I would drive her. She was trying to be sweet and not disturb me. But the whole reason I wanted to drive her is so we could have a date. I’ve been busy with work and I’ve neglected our relationship. Please tell me it’s the next stop so I can meet her.”

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Jacob asked, coming over to sit beside her. "Whose painting is this?" she asked, pointing to the portrait. Jacob looked at her, his expression softening. "It's my late wife's," he said quietly. Katara felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She had known that Jacob had been married before, but she had never heard him talk about it. "I'm sorry," she said softly. Jacob shrugged. "It's okay. She was a wonderful woman, and I loved her very much. But that was a long time ago."

Instead, he took a good look at Laura - his wife. "I promise to find you, please wait for me." Laura smiled, unable to hear Tynan's words as he held onto the small box tightly with one hand and the phone in his other. "Thank you for loving me," Laura smiled. "I've never been this loved before, you're my first and my last." Tynan couldn't stop crying that night after he heard it. He did, however, make a promise that she would be his one and only wife.

Yet at that moment, that one-of-a-kind piece was hanging there like the masterpiece it was. "Are you looking at that painting?" the woman asked, walking over with a glass of water as she followed my gaze. The same quiet happiness lit up her face. "My husband gave it to me. He said it's called 'Echoes of the Ocean', like the way our baby echoes inside my belly," she said slowly, like she was reciting a love poem. I took the glass from her. The chill from my fingertips seeped into the water. My voice came out a little dry. "Your husband is very thoughtful."

As the man struggled, his wife approached him with a bold face. "How dare you talk to my sister like your pet? Haha. You thought maybe, Jester, you may have won over me because you hit the jackpot with a woman who is beautiful, kind, and loves you so much? Haha in your dreams," Jenny said. "What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—"

"If you’re ashamed of me, just say it. If you want me to leave, if you think Tonia is right and I’m unstabe…just tell me. Don't slow-bleed me to death by ignoring me." "I am not ashamed of you!" I stepped toward her, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her back around. My pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, drowning out reason. "I have never been more proud of anything in my life than the fact that you are my wife. Do you hear me? Never." She stepped closer, her chest pressed against mine, "Then show me," she challenged, a tear finally escaping and racing down her cheek. "Because right now, I feel like a ghost in your house. I feel like a mistake you're trying to fix."

I insisted. “I know... I didn't mean to make it sound like an insult to you. I just want to provide for you... like how a good husband should be. You're not just my employee, Annika. You are my wife, and you deserve everything that I have. And besides, it makes me feel extremely comfortable to know that I'm making you happy. This is really nothing.” He mumbled.

she questioned when she noticed my background changed. “Yes, I’m outside. I am at the office of my hilaw na husband,” I replied in a sarcastic tone of my voice when I mentioned ‘my hilaw na husband’. I used tagalog word ‘hilaw na’ so, they won’t understand me even they can hear me. (Hilaw means fake) “I see. Is it beautiful there?” she asked again, and she took a look at my back. “Average,” I briefly answered, and I stood to go to the window to let her see the beautiful view since I am at the high floor.