My Wife Is My Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You’re my wife.” if I’m his wife……Why does another woman keep getting pieces of him that belong to me?

I sighed happily, staring at that beauty sleeping in my arms, her peaceful expression filling my heart with joy. How could I be so lucky to have someone like her in my life? She was my rock, always there to support me and bring a smile to my face. Her presence made every day brighter, and I couldn't imagine my life without her. Jane, my wife and the love of my life, was the epitome of strength and grace. Her unwavering love and devotion had seen us through the toughest of times, and I knew that as long as we were together, we could conquer anything life threw our way.

In front of me sits my wife of only eight hours. With all honesty, I can say that I love being married, yes, they say that the marriage is over in an hour, but after that, a lifetime of being married really starts. She becomes mine, and I became hers, and now we will start our happily-ever-after

It could literally murder us if it were a weapon. “Technically, yes,” he replies. “A man’s wife should be the most important person in his life. Don't you think so?” My heartbeat is unstable. I don't know how to answer the question. Maybe it’s not even a question. Judging by the smirk on his face, he seems to be at ease now. He doesn't just walk beside me; he claims me. His arm wraps around my waist, his fingers dig deep into my hip, forcing me to walk in lockstep with him.

My wife, my partner. She'll fit perfectly in my world.

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Beatrice lay on the table beside mine and whispered, "You’re going to be a beautiful bride." I turned my head toward her. "You really think so?" She nodded, eyes closed, face soft. "I know so. And more than that, you’re going to be a beautiful wife." Something about that hit differently. The dress, the ceremony, the flowers—all of that was temporary. But being someone’s wife? That was a forever kind of promise. And this time, I wasn’t making it from fear or obligation. I was walking into it with my whole heart. ---

It felt surreal, as if it were mocking him—this peaceful scene while his life unraveled. Emily had taken with her not just her presence but the very essence of his reality. They’d built a life together, piece by painstaking piece: laughter shared over coffee in the mornings, late-night discussions about everything and nothing, the secrets whispered in the dark. Their love had been his anchor, and now he felt adrift.