My Wife Is My Life Novels & Stories

“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.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

~Ava~ “What of food? I haven’t ordered yet..” Dave mentioned, piquing my interest as he was practically pushed out by Egon. “Wait, don't tell me you eat out everyday?” I wasn’t going to ask, I tried to convince myself but hell no that I’m letting that go. “Tell me you don’t eat out everyday?” I asked, turning to face both of them, throwing the question at both of them. They turn to look at each other like I just spoke in a strange Language. “I thought I made myself clear with all my introduction, you are my first wife.” He said it, turning his head slightly to assess me, looking at me as if to confirm if I was joking.

I hissed, jabbing my finger toward his chest, “is that you can’t rail me into a coma, whisper vows into my skin, and then vanish into your files like I’m just… just…” “Just what?” he asked softly, voice dangerous. I faltered, my throat tight. “Like I’m not your priority.” Silence fell heavy. His eyes sharpened, his smirk gone. “You think you’re not my priority?” I swallowed hard, suddenly caught. “I—” In two strides, he was in front of me, his size swallowing me, his hands gripping my face. “You’re my wife. My everything. You and Elian are the only reason I fucking breathe,” he growled, his forehead pressing to mine. “Work is survival. You—” his thumb brushed my lip, his voice breaking low “

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.