My Wife Is A Man Novels & Stories

I held my hand up, showing my wedding ring, and the man exploded in front of my eyes. “ IMPOSSIBLE! I'm supposed to be your HUSBAND, not anyone else! Who is it? Tell me! Who is that asshole who took my woman? “ He was on his feet, screaming his lungs out, demanding that I tell him who my husband was. Time to end this charade. “ Daniel, I'm not your woman, not before, not now, or ever, in your eyes. I'm only Worth fifty thousand dollars to become your wife. Who the hell do you think you are?!” Staring him down, and I can tell he didn't like the fact that I was standing up to him; men like him want women to be beneath them at all times.

" Wait!! Well... She is my... Wife. " " WHAT ???? Are you mad?? " " No, but getting there very soon. " " Mohit, I am not in the mood for riddles." " She is Srusti Mohit Paul. My wife already." " How?? When did you get married ?? Why didn't you tell us?? Manu is your best friend, you didn't even tell her. "

That me and Maru will be like a normal couple. But I guess I'm wrong. Reality again hit me. No hope for me. I'm just a business wife and forever will be.

my wife-to-be. ........

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

“First, thank you all for your concern. “Regarding this Ms. Jones, I do know her, but she is not my ex-girlfriend. “In fact, during the five years I lost my memory, she consistently presented herself to me as my wife. “When my memory returned, I discovered our marriage certificate was forged, and that she already had a lawful husband.” The room erupted in shock at these words. “There’s also the matter of her injury.” My gaze swept across the room. My voice tinged with coldness. “The reason is simple. When her ‘lawful husband’ slandered me while she physically assaulted me, my family arrived in time.”

He leaned closer and lowered his voice in a threatening whisper, “Don’t think that being Georgia’s husband means anything. You’re nothing but a kept man living off the Snow family. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you who do nothing but spend a woman’s money. “I’m warning you. Don’t ever spend Georgia’s money. If you know what’s good for you, take a breakup payout and get lost. If not, once Georgia is pregnant with my child, you won’t get a single thing!” I almost spat out my coffee. “Living off the Snow family and spending Georgia’s money, huh?” Over the years, I kept a low profile and handled my family’s capital operations behind the scenes. This idiot actually thought I was some kept man all

But I know that I am losing my mind. I run my fingers through my hair and grit my jaw. I need to get a grip. “ A woman…like that came here. But she didn’t come alone. She came with her husband. ” The man blurts suddenly, making me freeze in my spot. Husband?

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

“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!”