Nerdy Wife Novels & Stories

“You should see what Valerie’s wearing.” Ariah rolls her eyes. “You’re surprised?” “You’d think I’d be used to it by now,” Nate carries on. “But she never fails to shock everyone.” “How bad is it?” Celeste asks. “You know that rapper whose wife always wears skin-toned outfits that barely cover her boobs and butt?” Nate prompts. “The one who doesn’t wear shoes?” Celeste’s face scrunches up. “Wolfgang South? Isn’t his wife’s name Betty Sensory-something?”

"Oh, they are filing for divorce already. My daughter is pregnant and her husband went looking for a sexy woman because he says my daughter looks like a whale because of the pregnancy. Well, of course, she looks big because she's pregnant!" She looked at her big belly automatically. She was wearing a duster because that was the only thing that would fit her and make her feel comfortable. Whale? Does she look like a whale? "Guys are really like that. When the wives give birth, they get bored immediately. They didn't think that it's not easy to get pregnant and take care of a child," the nanny said.

Each trip left expense records, each one included transfers to James. Serena and I got married six years ago. Ethan turned five this year, and Noah six. While I had thought we were building a future together, she had long since built another family. The phone vibrated again. Liam sent another message: [There’s one more thing, Mr. Drake. The night you had your heart surgery, Ms. Serena was with James for his birthday.] … I stared at the words, and the world around me fell silent. I remembered every detail of that night.

"Is that woman your new secretary? Who is she?" I arched an eyebrow in Clifford's direction as he gazed at me. He then looked at the woman who was looking at him. "No, she's my wife, and her name is Nishane Griffles." The woman exclaimed, "What the hell?!" in awe. "You heard me right." She gave my husband a wide-eyed look. "C-Clifford, no! That's not conceivable! You want me, right? I have a reason for having left, but now that I'm back, we can make things right. N-no!"

My name is Ross Anders. I'm an ordinary guy, and just a few months ago, I met a beautiful girl and we got married quickly. Her name is Lily Parker. Just like her name, she is stunningly beautiful and coldly aloof. Honestly, I don't think I deserve her. When she first said she wanted to marry me, I was so overjoyed that I couldn't sleep. I'd spent years working hard, building up enough to buy a house, and I decided to give her half of it because all I want is to build a life with her. But as always, things don't go as planned.

Most computer nerds didn't go for the gym life, but it was obvious that he did. There was a gorgeous black female standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder. "Jason, this is my wife, Valerie. Go hang with the others babe; I'll be here for a while." She leaned down and kissed him, and he whispered something in her ear that made her giggle before walking away. Nineteen and married. He looked back at the screen with that boyish grin on his face, and I wondered about Mancini's pairing the two of us together. Then I remembered his resume and decided that the old adage never judge a book by its cover held true here.

Wendy's brows drew together in a frown. Sharon's expression chilled. Nate, far from backing off, let out a low whistle and looked at her with mock alarm. "Oh no, don't tell me you're mad again? Come on, Housewife. Don't tell me you can't even take a joke?" His buddies jumped in immediately. "Yeah, seriously. You're Carter's wife—you're supposed to be gracious. Don't be so petty, you're making him look bad!" "And really, Nate's not wrong. You are just a housewife, aren't you? Taking care of the husband and kid."

As a warning look, she answered quickly and helped her sister who was in a coma to leave. "Wife, have you seen enough?" Why did he smell sour vinegar? "Hey, I'm just happy when I get cured for the first time. You've thought about it a lot." Eric said funny. "Wife, let's go home." "Again, Can you not call me wife, okay?" "You're my wife." “Okay, okay, I'm your wife. Hurry back, how many have you hunted already."

He pulled me back roughly, and I landed back down on him with a yelp. “You're shredding whatever is left of my dignity. I don't want to be known as the weird couple.” I answered him briefly ducking my head and whispering. “Look around.” He ordered and I obeyed instantly, noticing that the entire lounge area was empty. It was just me and him remaining. “Did you clear the area?” “Yes.” He answered. “God forbid everybody finds out your wife had a psychotic breakdown. Wife of Shipping and Tech Magnate Nikolas Stavros’s wife regrets her decision one night into their wedding.” I gesticulated in the air in grand style and chuckled sadly but he didn't find it funny.

Clark was indignant as Damon scolded him, his hands clenched at his sides. Anger flashed in his eyes. "Uncle Damon, Nyla is my wife. How I handle things is none of your business!" he snapped. Damon sneered. "At least Tom knew to protect Jacqueline. You, on the other hand, are both unfaithful and cowardly. I don't know how the Sumners ended up with someone as useless as you." Clark gritted his teeth and said coldly, "At least I'm not coveting someone else's wife."