My Wife Is My Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

The husband asked for confirmation from his wife. "Yeah!" the wife loudly answered. "Thank you so much!" He can't control his excitement that he used to wait for a long time and finally he kissed his wife's tummy with tears in his eyes. Jane observed the full happiness of her husband at that time. And she even thinks about how perfect their life was.

"Professor, you really have the worst luck. There are so many people in the group chat, why did Chloe target you? I don't think she just wants you as her personal blood bank. She saw that you're good-looking and treat your wife well, so now she wants to be your lover too." Jake nodded beside her. "Good thing she didn't set her sights on me. I'm so bad with words I wouldn't even know how to defend myself." Thinking about my previous life, I trembled and quickly said, "There's nothing left to say. It's over. My wife and I grew up together and all I want is to be with her since we were little. I would never betray her." To make my position clear, I stated my intention outright. "When I got marr

“Besides, my wife is more delicious.” THE END!

The car roars to life before speeding off with my wife in it. She’s gone. Just like that, I’ve lost the love of my life.

“You're everything to me, Daniel. You're my knight, my husband, my best friend, and the love of my life. How do you do it all?” “Why am I so great?” Deanna burst out laughing. “I think it's just because you're you,” she replied thoughtfully. “Well, I feel the same way about you. You're my beautiful wife, the most vulgar woman I know, and the most erotic; you're the mother of my children and the most brilliant opera singer.” “I have a lot of qualities, don't I?” “Too many... But the most important thing is that you're what keeps me going, Deanna, and I love you.”

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

L, I guess we really are meant to be together. I had already prepared myself for the worst. Even so, each post felt like a sharp knife cutting into my chest. Every word left another wound that hurt. Someone commented under the post. [You’re so lucky. Let me borrow some of your luck! I hope I can meet my true love someday too.] Felix replied right away. [You will. Let me tell you a secret. My wife brings me luck! She has helped me a lot with my Firefly Project. It’s almost finished and will be announced soon. Maybe I’ll become someone the whole world knows then.]

"That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me." She turned her face away. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were shaking. I moved my thumb toward the screen. "Blame yourself." "Wait." Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Her eyes were wide with panic. I smiled and set the phone down. There was no video, of course. I would never make a video that could reach my wife. I could not imagine my life without Celeste. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted in a wife. Beautiful. Loyal. Devoted.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.