My Woman His Wife Book Novels & Stories

She looked up, wiping bits of scone off from her lips. “Yes?” she asked him with a barely detectable hint of nervousness. “I’m sorry to bother you,” he said, “but I happened to notice that you are reading the same book I am hoping to buy for my wife’s birthday. Is it something that you would recommend?” A man walked by lazily, and the murderer’s eyes followed him with studied nonchalance. The woman, his “Kathleen,” looked faintly surprised. “You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?”

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

Not even with the sudden appearance of Selena, his ex, the one he had cheated on her with the first year of the marriage, the same lady he promised he had gotten over. “I have to go and see him. Maybe, he would have an explanation to give me” she replied with a lost look in her eyes. “Are you crazy? How could you still act like nothing is happening Mary? That man just ruined your life” “You are shouting Debby. It's my marriage not yours” Mary replied, fighting back the tears that were building up in her eyes. Debby stared at her like she was mad. “I have always tried to understand why you let this man treat You this way but I can't keep on making excuses for you. You are a wasted woman in lo

The more she praised the more Williams expression hardened as all the men there oogled at the woman that is sure to be his wife based on her explanation. And then the talkative woman finally gestured to the other girls who finally brought out the woman he was here for. His wife. Immediately she was brought out the whole men had their tongues out as they stared at her body and objectified her. Williams clenched his jaw harder as the men whispered and feasted their eyes on his woman.

Arthur sits in the darkness, watching the slow and steady rhythm of her chest as she breathes in and out. He doesn't even know this woman but something about her is tugging deeply on his heartstrings. Nobody, absolutely no one deserves to be treated as such trash. Daisy had said it herself that Charles's wife had cleaned their own house and this strange woman herself had said she got home by midnight to meet another woman in her own husband's bed... And even worse, much much worse, they have been married for over a year.

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

The three hundred page book and makeup are still inside, but her chocolates and money is not. “Well, at least they did not take my book.” Natalia says grumpily and walks back home, - Natalia let’s herself into the mansion and walks walks straight up into room she shares with Noah. “I don’t know, we could hangout Thursday evening. I’d be free.” She hears Noah saying from inside. Apparently, he is not aware of the fact that that she had come in minutes ago. “My wife, uh. I don’t know, don’t want her breathing down my neck or anything.” Natalia heard her husband sigh as she gets closer.

Ema could have sworn she had seen her before. "I'm sorry, Do I know you?" "Forgetful you. What's your name again? Riana?" "My name is Ema." The woman stared oddly at Ema for a bit before continuing. "I saw your husband. He was acting all drunk. What did you give him?" This was all getting weird. Ema was regretting coming to the city. People seemed to mistaken her for someone else. Making two in one day. "My husband?" "Yes. He's just down the shoe section."

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.