My Wife Is So Sweet Novels & Stories

“After all… you’re my wife.” You’re my wife. Such an ordinary sentence. Yet somehow, it struck directly against the softest part of her heart, filling it with warmth and sweetness.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have assumed, oh my God, I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay,” I cut in quickly. “Really. It’s okay.” But I didn’t even know why I’d corrected her so fast. It came out before I could think. As if something inside me was resisting. As if… some part of me didn’t want him to be that. He’s been amazing. Gentle. Attentive. Supportive. But that word…husband, it just feels so… wrong. ***** Zara was patient with me, so damn patient. She didn’t pressure me or rush me, even when I barely got anything right.

"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?"

His mind has only Kaira in it, but at this point, he can't admit that to his wife, no matter how much he wants to. She flashed him a sweet and endearing smile as she moved a bit closer to him again. She then flirtatiously said, "Sweetie, how many times do I need to tell you that I don't get jealous? I can never be jealous of her; why would I be when I have everything that I want? Maybe it is the other way around, don't you think?"

“I’m happy I married you too. It's going to be fine.” He wa so sweet.

“I’m your wife. I would give you everything. Anything. Why won’t you let me?” I stood then, slow, towering over her. She didn’t back down, even when I stepped close enough that my bare chest nearly brushed her nightdress. I reached out, cupped her chin, gentle, almost tender and tipped her face up to mine. “Because, little one,” I said quietly, “you’re sweet. You’re willing. You’re beautiful. And none of that is what I crave right now.” Her breath hitched. I leaned in, lips brushing her ear.

I finally broke out into a smile as I looked at my beautiful and kind-hearted wife. “Everywhere is perfect when I’m with you.”

But there I found a piece of paper stuck at the back of her dress, which she had kept earlier. "As we all know that now we are married ....... But let me tell you, we haven't confessed yet..... I know my husband is dumb so here I am taking the initiative ...... He is the one who's face I want to see every morning and i can't imagine a moment without his presence in my life ..... I know all this is sounding so cliche nd illogical but I could really feel it's happening within me ...... Nd here I am already planning my life tasty, fancy and sweet married life just like this cake ..... Yeah because I want everything sweet for him because my man has already had his share of bitterness ..... Nd fo