My Wife Novels & Stories

“We have house staff, don’t we? You don’t need to come out every time.” Her face, now showing more signs of age than before, twitched a little, but she said nothing, simply nodding in silence. I wasn’t in the mood to comfort her. A woman who can’t make her husband want her is nothing but a failure. That’s what my wife was—a failure.

she ends with a shrug. I keep looking at her with an unamused expression because that’s all I feel at the moment, my wife is in a delicate condition right now which makes her vulnerable and emotional. Not like she’s able to control her emotions on a normal day, but these days it’s worse, just yesterday, she called me crying because she saw cute puppies on the internet. The time before that was baby shoes. I don’t want anything upsetting her, and Nikki being here will upset her greatly. She’s a jealous little thing, my wife, I can’t complain, I’m very much worse.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

I sighed softly and looked at her for a very long while. "I am not drifting away from you, Fiona. You are my wife, and there is nothing that can ever separate us, okay? I am just preoccupied with the disaster that has occurred in the company," I said, and she smiled, then leaned against the table. "Then maybe we can work on it together. As you said, I am your wife, and we are a team after all. Isn't that what couples do? We could rub minds together and solve it, right?" she asked, and I forced a smile, but it was more of a smirk with squinted eyelids.

I was just about to enter my husband’s office when I heard his voice through the door, “She’s okay, as far as housewives go, but not stunning enough to take to events.” I heard his best friend, Liam’s voice respond, “Are you crazy? Dude, I would kill for a wife like her. She’s beautiful, smart, and her life revolves around you. Sorry, but I think you’re going blind.”

Just a wife taking some lunch to her husband. I can hardly believe it. That word still makes my head spin. I'm happy, though. Really damn glad.

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.

She lifted her head, eyes searching his in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. “I love being your wife, Maurice. I love that you are my husband. But what do you want me to do if you won’t touch me? How do you expect me to feel when you keep pushing me away? We are married. It is only normal. Why do you make it such a big deal?”

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? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

“The person you should be worried about is your wife. Can she handle our mom?” She called me Andro’s wife, and the man liked it very much because he looked at me and smiled.