Novel & Cerita My Wife I Think I'll Keep Her

I could see her cheeks turn pink, wifey is blushing! 'She's not your wifey' 'She was and soon she'll again be' 'How?' 'We can remarry, I love her, she loves me, together we can make a happy family' 'Keep dreaming' 'shut up!' ☆ 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒- 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠! 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟. 𝑀𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑠𝑢 𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑝 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑟.

Once we are back across the border, we will never set foot this side of it again. "Oh, how... unusual," she says looking at me from the corner of her eyes, "Yes, well, anyway. I'm sorry for any misunderstandings, but trust me, Ch... my wife is a strong, capable woman, she hold her own in any situation, and I'll always have her back and keep her safe and from harm." "Interesting choice of words," she comments, "you know..." just them the timer go's off. 'Thank fuck,' I think to myself, 'saved by the bell!'

Unflinching. “She is my wife.”

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

"Because I wouldn't know what I could do if you cheated on me." "Stop thinking about something so absurd, okay? You're stressing yourself over trivial matters. You are my wife, and I am completely yours." "Of course, you're mine." She held her husband's hand and breathed deeply. "Only mine."

Anytime something happens he tries to remind me that I am not his wife. " You know what? Don't you ever get tired of reminding me that I am not your wife? I'm beginning to think you're trying to remind yourself." " Excuse me?"

"We don't need to talk in private because I've already made my decision to stay with you for the rest of my days. You're my husband and no one else."she said which confused the audience.

I yelled at her, "...I won't let you…" "Are you forgetting that I'm still his legal wife? I have a say on whether or not he should stay on life support…" She was proudly claiming to still be his wife even though she was rolling around in bed with my ex it was sickening to hear and it made my blood boil, my fingers were trembling so much to plant a slap across her face but knowing how that was going to be painted in the worst way possible I held myself back. "After everything my father has done for you…" I said, my shoe scraping against the bare soil beneath our feet.

Because no one messes with my wife. I tried asking her what's wrong but she just told me that she wants to go home. A satisfactory feeling build inside me as she thought that our home will be the comforting place for her...and I am happy about that. I don't know why I called her sweetheart as I thought she would get offended but surprisingly she talked to me more as I called her that... maybe...just maybe she liked it. As we reached home I took her to our room and handed a glass of water.

I grip her tighter, snuggling in more and more. “So? I'm just loving up on my wife. Let them see,”