My Wife Is My Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I always answer her calls even during the most important meetings, me time, friend's time, family time. Actually you know what no matter where, what, how am I doing but only she matters to me. And I badly want her to be mine not like my one time lust or something like I used to do before but for a lifetime as my wife for not only this life circle but every life circle too. Wanna know how it started? As I know you must be having many questions so let's start then.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

Why does his voice sound like he means every word? I stared at the glittering band, my pulse refusing to calm. What if this is part of the act? What if he’s trying to make it look convincing for someone watching? What if he’s laughing inside at how easily I’m playing the role of the desperate wife? The ring suddenly felt like a shackle. A cold reminder of the lie I was living. It’s not real, Isabella. None of this is real. You’re not his wife. He doesn’t love you. You’re a piece on a chessboard, temporary, replaceable, forgettable.

So, as I nestled even closer to him, I basked in the power of those three little words, relishing in the depth of their meaning. My chest expanded with a rush of feeling so intense that it drowned out the lingering darkness. “I love you too, Alexei,” I said softly, and as our lips touched, I knew that no matter what the future held, we’d conquer it together. Regardless of how our love was born, it was now strong enough. I smiled, and grinned actually, because while there were still many ups and downs in my life. I had three of the devils with me. And I, their wife.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

Donald went on, “because I don’t think anyone has been. “You are, in the scheme of things that matter, a very small man. An entertainer. A face that gets recognised in restaurants and forgotten by the time the bill arrives. “I don’t say that to be cruel. I say it because I think somewhere in the last month you’ve begun to believe you’re something else, and I’d rather correct that now, gently, than watch you find out the hard way.” The street went on behind him. A bus. Someone’s dog. The ordinary indifferent world. “My wife is not a woman you get to have coffee with indefinitely,” he said. “She is fragile right now, in a way I don’t expect you to understand, and she is mine, in a way I very m

She asks. “I'm not sure, my wife ordered for us.” I retort. “Oh, you like for your lady to take charge, take care of you?” She asks. “No. I love my wife, and she loves me. She loves taking care of me and I love her taking care of me. Look Kayla, I'm flattered really, I am. But I love my wife. She is the only woman I love. The only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, whatever this is you're trying is pointless.” I explain.

It must be a good decision to carry on. "Fill and sign that paper," he uttered without any vibration in his voice. He may not be afraid to lose me. Quiet pity for this poor, sick woman. "All right. I sign this because I love you. Honey, even though we're departing through this paper, I'll always love you no matter what. I'm sorry, honey, for the burden I gave to you all these years." My tears were falling. I should have to remain calm, but my heart never stopped telling my true emotions. I really loved my husband more than my life. I really do care for him.

Not just by title, but because I've accepted with my entire being. He is the most important man to me on the face of the earth. That's who he is to me. My husband. A man for whom I can unreluctantly lay down my life.

"What am I then, Everest?" Silence follows her question as I try to think of an answer. What is she to me anyway? She is my wife, the girl I have incredible sex with, the woman who I have been dreaming about for four years, and the woman who I can't imagine living without. The last one sounds a little problematic though. I hate being dependent on someone to survive. "You're my wife..." I purse my lips, flicking my gaze away from her and to the bubble that is covering a tiny part of the dip between her chest. "...and I can't imagine living without you."