My Wife Novels & Stories

“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.

Emily’s mouth parted slightly in surprise, unable to look away. “Who is she? And how did she get in here?” George asked, confused by the silent standoff between the two women. No one responded. The air thickened with tension as their gazes remained locked. “Baby… do you know her? What’s going on?” George asked again, growing more bewildered with each passing second. After several long, silent minutes, Emily finally cleared her throat and spoke. “She is Luna Ward—your new wife”

It still didn’t change the fact that I, in fact, am a proud wife of my husband, Austin Hook. …. A/N: Oh my goshhh! That’s so cute(⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠).

‘Thank you, good sire’ she said, playing along to the way I complimented her. I wanted to scream out to everyone that this was my wife, I know they know, but I don’t think they know how proud and happy I am that she is my wife. To them, this is just a business arrangement. To her, this is just a contract for her company, but to me, this was special, and I would do everything to make her see that. ‘I am so proud to have you as my wife’ I said in a whisper as I leaned in towards her ears. She flinched as I said those words and was a bit taking aback.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Then… “Anyway, that’s not the point.” I kept my tone steady. Cold. “What I wanted to say is this… Don’t start thinking that because I stopped Maya, I care. I don’t. I only did it because you’re my wife. And no one disrespects my wife. That’s all.” She stared at me. Her voice low but sharp. “Except you.” I looked at her. “I don’t disrespect you.” “Oh wow,” she scoffed. “You don’t? Of course not. You treat me like glass, just so you can break me.”

“Ray, apologize to Dale right now. If you do, I’ll keep you around for old time’s sake.” During our seven-year marriage, we had no children. The problem wasn’t me, but Krystal—her underdeveloped ovaries made it impossible for her to conceive. I kept the truth from Krystal to protect her pride, taking the fall for our childlessness. Alas, my commitment to her was thrown back in my face. Locking my gaze onto her, I hissed through gritted teeth, “Krystal, the problem lies with you. You’re infertile from defective follicle development.”

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Your husband’s preliminary cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest. This type of condition is acute. If someone had been with him and called for help in time, he might have survived. Unfortunately, your husband wasn’t that lucky.” That meant, if only someone had been there to perform CPR at the time, I could have been saved. “What was I doing at the time? I was... He’s dead because of me.” I hovered in the air and watched her fall apart, but I felt nothing inside.

Who was that? I smiled at her softly. "Just a former colleague, nothing much." My wife nodded gently, before sitting down next to me to watch a video together with me. Moments of happiness were always fleeting. I couldn't guarantee that my marriage with my wife would remain this happy forever, but what I could do was cherish every single day we had together.

"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?"