No Wife No Life Novels & Stories

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

I want to live, not die, and be known for my identity. Life begins with mercy on self. But one ends ruthlessly ending oneself. My wife doesn't understand my concepts. She thinks I am planning to be an ever-lasting ghost in my lab. Therefore, I hate others who boycott the principles of my research without understanding them. I have no home contradicting me. I have no wife for no better half of my studies. Giving value to my research, my concepts were simple, but the world began to fail me. So, I am here all alone. No kids. No matter if it's even my wife. How hard am I? It's a stone here in my heart. If possible, I will live as a ghost forever on Earth, but I will not die. I am not going to di

As if my whole life was nothing more than a document to file away? I swallowed hard. “So… what now?” I asked. He stood, straightening his suit like a man preparing for a meeting and not a life-changing agreement. “Now,” he said, “your old life ends.” The way he said it… so plain, so casual… it hurt more than I expected. “My old life?” I repeated. “I didn’t agree to erase myself.” “You agreed to become my wife,” he said, picking up his phone. “And a wife in my world doesn’t get to be ordinary. Especially not when the whole country already thinks she belongs to me.”

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

Leonard turned slowly. “She will change.” There was no emotion in her voice. Only fact. “The doctor said her face—” “I know.” Vanessa took a breath. “And you know how our world works.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Leonard looked at her. “Reputation. Image. Family.” Each word was spoken deliberately. Like a list that couldn’t be avoided. “A wife… is part of that.” Leonard didn’t argue. Didn’t agree. Didn’t refuse.

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

“We would need your wife's details." He swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly, not because he'd forgotten how to use a pen, but because he didn't have his wife's number by heart. Valeria and the nurse stood each one beside him, watching and waiting. " Well, I…,” he stammered. He didn't know what excuse to give, and he didn't want to look like a terrible husband. The nurse seemed to be running out of patients. "I understand you're still in shock, maybe your assistant here can help you search for your wife's number in your phone.

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

Troy Hanzou Monreal's Points of View; I don't know how I got up since I mourned the loss of my beloved wife. I don't know how I can continue my life when the only woman who gives me strength has been taken away from me by God. Is that really the life of a person? Is my wife's life really only ended there? She is not a bad person, but why was she chosen to be dead at such a young age?

At this moment I seem like a crazy person, and if someone else were in my place, they would understand that a caveman cannot act disdainfully when they see that electricity and technology have advanced. I watch the beginning of the movie carefully, and from what I'm seeing, it's an action movie, which is why the very bad Dylan didn't want to tell me. It can't be! The wife died, and he's left alone in the world. Why does a loved one always have to leave? John Wick's wife was young and couldn't even give him a child. God took her. "Relax, don't choke on your popcorn," he whispers close to my ear.