My Wife Is A Man Novels & Stories

She gasped when she realised her legs were in the air and one hand was hanging on my shoulder while the other was fisting my sky blue faded shirt. "Get me down.. what are you doing? Someone will see us like this", she said, panicking as if I am not her husband but her secret boyfriend. "Baby.. I am your husband. Remember we just got married two months ago and our official honeymoon was still left. Then how can you forget such a heartthrob handsome boy?", I say and she looks at me with a flushed face and gazes down. 'Don't forget she has a bigger following than you, Karan. And just to remind you, the way you were looking and acting a minute ago was like a hungry wolf getting ready to eat his

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

He reached out and held Adele's shoulders, "She's my wife." Adele swallowed. Just as she was about to struggle, Isaac secretly used more strength to hold her and even pinched her lightly, indicating that she should not move. The man was stunned for a long time, but he didn't want to believe it. Moreover, he felt that it was because of Issac that he had lost his face. At this time, he really found a good opportunity. "Your wife? Ha-ha..." The man burst out laughing and stopped laughing after a while, "Are you kidding me? Look at your clothes, and then look at your so-called 'wife'... You're really an unqualified 'husband'!"

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

He added in a yell and I was taken aback. I was shocked even though I shouldn’t be. I’ve always known that he wanted Lexi but I never expected him to admit it to me and as if that wasn’t enough, he said it so proudly like he has forgotten that the woman in question is my wife. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!” I yelled in return, “Lexi is my fucking wife...” “ON PAPER!” Andrei shot back at me before I could even finish my sentence, “She’s only your wife on paper, Ivan. No one in the world even knows you both are married.” He finished.

“Then leave the other woman—what kind of man are you?” “I can’t do that either.” “What is it you can’t do?! If you don’t love your wife, divorce her—she doesn’t deserve this treatment… I never imagined you’d be that kind of person. Do you enjoy living like this? Two women? You’re neglecting your home and your daughter! You shame me,” Charles said, his voice seething with anger. For Charles, this was a man-to-man conversation, so he left Camila out of it.

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

She dragged him out of the car and immediately sped away. She had to find Leon, and she couldn't wait another second. All she wanted right now was to see him, throw herself into his arms, and truly talk to Noel. Without wasting another moment, she called her assistant, Adam Shephard. "Find out where my husband is right now." Adam replied, "Isn't Mr. Welch here in the city?" Allison nearly burst out cursing. "I'm talking about my husband!" Adam was baffled. It wasn't until he checked that he realized Clarence wasn't Allison's husband at all.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

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.