Not His Wife Novels & Stories

Why is she here? "No, I'm his wife. We never divorced." Her words are like a punch to gut. He's fucking married?

There was a strange feeling in him when he saw Laura ignoring him. "Why didn't you come to me?" asked William, as Laura usually always greeted him when he returned from the company. "Aren't you with your girlfriend? I don't want to spoil the moment you meet again," said Laura without looking at William's face. "You're my wife!" said William firmly. Laura smiled slightly. "Wife? That's ridiculous. Have we been living as husband and wife all this time? No, that's just you not being a husband to me, while I have been behaving like a wife, even though you never appreciate it."

“Morning. We’re here to take a statement from Mr. Sebastian Brown regarding yesterday’s incident.” Ezra hesitated. “Is your husband home?” His heart stuttered. Just a procedural assumption. But it landed like a blow to the chest. His mouth opened. Closed. And then—too quickly, too sharply— “He’s not my husband.” The taller officer blinked, clearly caught off guard. “We’re not... I’m not gay, alright?” Ezra exhaled like the words were fire in his lungs. But it didn’t feel right. Too fast. Too loud. He tried again, quieter—useless—

"He's famously private about his personal life. No one really knows where his wife is." My stomach dropped. "His wife?" "Well, theoretically. I mean, he has a kid, so there must have been a woman at some point. But she's never photographed with him, never at events. The rumors range from divorced to separated to…" she lowered her voice dramatically, "dead." "Dead?"

"Di niente. Just handling some personal trust stuff. Aren't you busy today? I heard tomorrow is Sofia's birthday. You probably have a lot to get ready." It was the first time I'd ever brought her up this directly. Lorenzo's gaze turned cold. He studied me for a long second. "You're avoiding me. Does pushing your own husband away make you feel good? Since you don't want me here, I'll leave." He slammed the door, the engine roared, and his car vanished into traffic. I shook my head, utterly confused. I'd given him room to be with Sofia and Eliana. So what was he even angry about?

I answered cautiously. “Hello?” A young male voice spoke. “Mrs. Blackwell, my name is Thomas Reed. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” My heart began to race. “Do you know where my son is?” “I know where Daniel is. But before I tell you, you need to understand something about your father.” “What?” The man paused. “Daniel isn’t the first child your family lost.” I looked at the photograph again. “Then who is the boy in this picture?” Thomas lowered his voice. “That’s your father’s first grandson, Elena. And he is the reason your husband was never supposed to marry you.”

Me: He used to like me every day My husband: not so cool My husband: When I return to Jakarta, I want to meet your supervisor Me: but he scolded me because his friend told me to Me: the original is good Me: now his appearance really changed My husband: you mean? My husband: turned into a handsome man? Me: yes, but you are more handsome My husband: is he married? Me: I don’t know ,, I forgot to ask earlier My husband: if we meet again later ask yes Me: I don't think so, I don't see her wearing a wedding ring on her finger My husband: tomorrow you will go to campus, ask to change the new supervisor with Mr. Galih Me: No way! My husband: the husband's orders should not be denied, remember ...

Why were they calling her that? "She's not Adriana. Just a lookalike." Rodriguez chipped in, seeing Nathan's dilemma. "What!" That was impossible! There was no way anyone could look like his wife. He knew her and this had to be her. "Yes. She's not Adriana." This was all too much for Nathan to bear. "So where is Adriana?" He demanded, he was almost shouting. Miranda remained quiet. There was no way she was going to be the one to break the news to him but there was someone else who thought differently and he didn't hide any unpleasantries.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

"I am your wife. Your lawfully wedded wife." Now there goes the lie again, he thought. He leaned forward. "Now, listen to real good, woman, I don't know the stunt you are trying to pull. Neither do I know what you intend to achieve by these lies. But let it be known to you that I am not married. I am a single hot man who owns a..." He paused now. Something was coming to him in the form of thought. Something about Elites. Then it slipped off again, into the deep hole of his brain.