Not His Wife Novels & Stories

He was like a volcano ready to explode but to her surprise, he didn't explode. He tried showing that a trivial matter like this isn't worth his precious time. "If you don't mind Ash, can I ask you something?" He nodded while placing his phone back on the table. "You wife, Elle...are you happy with her? I mean you generally don't take a liking to girls of her description...I mean no offence she is your wife but-" "Lorena if you are trying to ask me if this marriage was my choice or not then let me clear it for all, it doesn't matter. She is now my wife and only that matters.

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

He clarified, wearing a blissful grin. "I'm Fred's best friend." He introduced himself. "Oh, I know." She replied uninterestedly, almost rolling her eyes. "Fred mentions your name about a billion times to the point that it becomes so irritating." She admitted. And, she had seen his picture accidentally. "Hm." He nodded, forcing a smile. He wasn't sure if he was to be annoyed because she sounded so rude. "Where's my husband?" She inquired. "He's having a meeting with someone, in his office." He informed her.

Nothing, Just like that. Listen you need to be strong... You can't cry like this. How does it matter, even if you saw what you just saw? He is my husband... Only on a piece of paper !!! I don't know... I feel he is my husband. No !!! He is not. He has never considered you as his wife. He is not interested in you at all. He made it clear in the beginning that he loves someone else. He told you, he would never fall for you.

"His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on." "How can you be so sure?" "I know him well." I just said. He smirked. "Its good that you know your BEST FRIEND well. What about your husband?” I pursed my lips. I didn’t like what he just said and the tone of his voice. "Yes Maru, I don't know you well. Except for the fact that your family is rich and your my husband! Happy now?!" I hissed. I saw pain in his eyes. But I just brush it off.

He said to me, "His wife? I thought they were over?" I asked. "You thought wrong. The big guy loves his wife so much and he has been hell bent on finding her." He said. "Is she missing?" I asked him. "Sorta." He responded and then someone walked up to him and he was distracted from me.

I added and he just stood there, staring at me as though he had nothing to say but hell, I had more than a lot to say to him. “And so this makes me what? A bitch? A dry man who wants nothing but to be inside a wet pussy? Come on Jane! I don’t even have a wife!” He barked and I was shocked at his resounding words. What did he mean he didn’t have a wife. “Oh you’re a fine one to deny your wife. What did I expect anyways?” I scoffed, returning back to the sink to complete what I had started. “I mean it, I would never lie to you or to anyone else. Bianca is not my wife and I can prove it,” he said, bringing out his phone from his pockets as though he got an important call or text.

She raised her voice too. "You didn't hurt me, Casey. You didn't offend me. You have done nothing wrong, but you should leave this house! You're not part of it now!" He answered. She furrowed her eyebrows. "I couldn't even understand you! We're married, right? You're my husband and I'm your wife. Why do you want me to leave this house?" Casey asked him once again. He gave her a murderous glance. "We're not married! You're not my wife, Casey! I had no wife since the beginning! I'm fucking single! We're not married!" He announced.

“Why have I never heard about it? He’s kept it really low-key.” “His wife is from Australia, owns a farm with thousands of dairy cows, and she’s eleven years older than Fame.” Sophie showed me a picture on her tablet. “This is his wife.”

"Or both but mostly about collaborating with Orange. If we can't find some other company, maybe we should completely scrap out the idea." He leans back against his chair and looks me over as though he is seeing me for the first time in a new and different light. "Are you saying this because your wife works there and you want nothing to do with her?" "Obviously," I drawl. "And she is not my wife!" "Technically, you are still married to her," he says. "You have been using the word 'technically' too much!" "Not the point," he says. "Yeah not the point," I agree.