My Wife Artinya Adalah の小説・ストーリー

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

Cloe sat across from him with a cup of tea and watched her husband move around the kitchen, the easy competence of someone who had cooked in this room for years, who knew where everything was without looking, who had learned, across an entire extraordinary year, that the most important thing he could do was keep the ordinary life running while the enormous things moved through it. She loved him for that with a specific and unhurried certainty that had nothing dramatic about it and was, because of that, more real than anything dramatic could have been. “Mac,” she said. He looked over from the cooker. “Thank you,” she said. “For today. For every day.” He looked at her for a moment with the exp

He looked at my jeans and grey shirt and said nothing, which was worse than if he'd said something. "It's a park. With a sick woman and a three-year-old." "And Elias." "Stop saying his name like that." "Like what?" "Like it means something." Jonah looked at me with the patience of a younger sibling who had been waiting years to be right about something. "Mara. You ironed that shirt." I had ironed the shirt. It was a simple shirt. I iron things sometimes. "Get out of my kitchen," I said. He smiled and stayed exactly where he was.

The kitchen was suddenly a mess of shards. Her hands were on her hips as she pointed at our house, the one we considered a symbol of our life together. "This house is joint property. Even if we get divorced, I'm taking my half to give it to my brother to buy a place," she declared. I was shaking, fury coursing through me. She would divorce me for her brother? "Fine! Let's divorce, then!" My anger flared, and I wasn't backing down. This house, which had once held love and laughter, was now a battleground for our bitter fights.

Emily’s mouth parted slightly in surprise, unable to look away. “Who is she? And how did she get in here?” George asked, confused by the silent standoff between the two women. No one responded. The air thickened with tension as their gazes remained locked. “Baby… do you know her? What’s going on?” George asked again, growing more bewildered with each passing second. After several long, silent minutes, Emily finally cleared her throat and spoke. “She is Luna Ward—your new wife”

With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

The words were coming out slowly from Marias fingers on the keyboard. I think what people really mean by this question is why do people need a wife. Getting married has to do with having someone you can talk to in good and bad situation in life. A wife can be a friend and companion. People need a wife because they want someone to care for them and be there, for them when they need it. A wife can make a person feel happy and loved. The person sent a response away. The response came quickly. Business. The woman was so unhappy with the response she got. She was not satisfied, with what she had written so she typed again. The woman was trying to get her words right and typed again.