My Wife I Think I'll Keep Her Novels & Stories

I wanted to stand proudly beside her as my wife. Wife? I sighed, realising I had deeper feelings for Susan than I wanted to confront. “No,” I replied softly, “I just… I want to keep seeing you.” She gasped softly. “I don't know,” her voice carried doubt, but it was better than a firm refusal. “You don't have to answer now,” I said, “think about it.” “Susan?” I called her name when she remained quiet. “Fine.”

She could do whatever she wanted except tarnishing my image. Why was I thinking of this right now? She knew nothing more than to be careful. My wife dancing in the crowd, swinging her hips from side to side and catching the attention of stupid men. And then... then she leaves with another man. A man that was not her husband. Me. Exhaling, I ran my fingers through my hair. I needed to stop this. "Arggh!" I groaned, slamming my fork on the table as I lose my appetite. I told myself I was not going to think about her anymore but my brain did not want to cooperate with me.

"I don't want her. I don't want to be with her and she'll never be my wife." "Stop it. You're married, unwanted, or wanted, she's still your wife. Be responsible!" "I still don't like her. Why do you even keep forcing me to be that woman?" "Why are you also refusing, then?! She's your wife-" "On paper," I added.

"Because I'm your wife." He wouldn't remember it the next day anyways

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

“If he was, he wouldn't trade you for anything.” She doesn’t bend or get moved by that. “Well I have a friend and I can very much get my life back from now on.” She still protests. I shake my head for her, if she knew me which she would very soon know, she’ll know I wasn’t changing my mind and we are remaining married no matter what. I smirk, “Emily right?” I remember the only name attached to the details I got about my wife. She looked at me weirdly but slowly I was getting used to it.

Rosie spoke up, making me turns my head to look at her. “I don’t know. If she enjoys her life now, then I won’t mind. She can stay single as long as she wants to. No need to rush, right?” My wife smiled at my answer. “Have I ever told you that I adore this side of yours?” “I don’t think so, but I can tell. You always have this fond smile while looking at me.” I replied, making my wife rolled her eyes. “I know I should keep this until I die.” “But… you have died?”

“You would rather have them thinking you are cheating on your irresistible husband then?” “Keep up with this and you will sleep on the couch,” she warns while I crack up. I love this community.

“So… are you seriously just giving this to me like it’s some romantic gift?” I smirked. “No. I’m giving it back because I like watching you try to figure out why I kept it.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re still my wife,” I reminded her. She huffed, leaning back in her chair. “Fine. Change the subject before I throw it at your face.” “Gladly,” I said, though my mind was already making plans Harper wouldn’t see coming.

She signed a contract with me, and she must stay with me until I achieve my aim. Initially, she seemed like the perfect fit for my plan, but after discovering she was my mate, it made more sense to call her my wife. Everyone would believe it. My mate, my wife. That’s the name she’ll answer when she’s with me. I can’t wait to hold her hand and show everyone in New York.