My Wife Is My Life Novels & Stories

“That’s the foundation of everything.” “Of course,” the interviewer smiled. “And beyond business — can you tell us a little about your personal life? The people in your corner?” Julian paused for just a half second, a pause most people would miss. I didn’t. “My wife,” he said, “has been the most steadying presence in my life. She’s talented, far more than she gives herself credit for.” I sat up straighter. Wife. He said it so easily. So warmly. Like the word belonged in his mouth.

A soft, loving, and gentle person with unbelievable strength who would give anything for the people she loves and with so many hidden talents. Things were working against us right from the start, and I nearly lost you. And now I can't believe you're here right in front of me, making me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife. You've given me so incredible much. My life is so much richer due to you. Even if I have to put up with you fighting against me every single day, I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

"Take care of my wife." ***

He knelt down on his knees in front of me, sliding his hands to clasp over mine as he shifted his position. “Listen Kriti. Please? For me, the relationship between a husband and wife doesn't mean that the woman does all the household work and the man earns the money. I don’t think it’s right that a wife is always suppressing her own wishes for the sake of her husband. I don’t think it’s acceptable that a woman, just because she is a woman, is the one expected to adjust her whole lifestyle at the whim of her husband. For me, marriage is simply a bond of togetherness between two people. An unbreakable bond.” His eyes sparkled with the passion behind his words. He took my hand in his. “Kriti, y

"that you don't have to deal with my ex wife..as that never happened and also you are not my second wife.... But first and only wife" My cheeks heat up at our proximity and his words. "and I see it coming" he whispered again. "What!" "The look...of relief and the happiness of being the first."

He apologized sincerely. Bryant sat purposely. He sighed softly before he began. “ There's something you should know son, your parents aren't going to direct your life but give you the support you need. , And more also, if you truly love someone you should trust the person with your secrets. In marriage, there shouldn't be secrets. When another woman is involved in your marriage, you start doubting each other. I hope you cherish what you have now before you lose it. You're the one hurting her, Richard.” “It was all my oversight, I failed to see it that way.”

“Come here!” Jonathan pulled Liliana onto his lap and turned her until she straddled him. He uncrossed her arms and kissed her gently. “Look at me!” Jonathan locked eyes with her and slowly slipped the straps of nightwear from her shoulders. Liliana closed her eyes, but he told her to open them again. “You are my wife, Lil. But more importantly, you are the love of my life. The only person I have ever loved, and the only person I want to love and be with for the rest of my life and all lives until eternity.”

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.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.