Not His Wife Novels & Stories

“A game? You must be kidding me. I don’t even know who you are. What game are we talking about?” He took a step closer, and I could feel the tension in the air, sharp and dangerous. “The kind of game where men like you learn their place. The kind of game where you stay away from my wife.” I froze. “Your wife?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, incredulous. “I think you have the wrong guy. I don’t do anything with ugly, old women. I don’t know what kind of joke you’re playing.” What the hell is wrong with this psychopath? I don't know who his wife is. Why would I even go after someone's wife? I'm very sure the only married woman I know in my life is my mother.

She looked over his shoulder, and I saw her give me a quick size up before coming turning back to him. "You never told me if this pretty woman is your wife?" Now, there was no way he was going to dodge the question. It came from someone I was quickly despising, but I wanted to hear his answer. "Marriage is not what's on my mind right now", he chuckled in a bid to let everything slide. "So what? She's your girlfriend?" He sighed. "Not at all. She's my stepsister. That's all" Wow. That was all? I was nothing more than his stepsister to him?

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

CHAPTER 024 “She wasn’t my wife,” he said. I stared at him. He still hadn’t turned around. Still standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets, back to me like the door was already more interesting than anything I had left to say. “She wasn’t your wife,” I repeated slowly. “Then who was she?” The silence was starting to get on my nerves, so I pushed. “Mr. Cross.” I shifted forward slightly on the bed. “If she wasn’t your wife, then who— I’m just curious. I’m not trying to pry. I just want to understand—”

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

“Get me Vina and let us finalize this deal.” He turned to look at his wife and they both exchanged a look that made their brows arch in both confusion and worry. “You’re getting it all wrong,” his wife muttered and forced a smile to her face. “You are not getting married to Vina.” “Then who the hell am I getting married to?”

“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.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

Bryan, yes, I know Alex isn't your biological son, but does that wipe out everything I've done for you and your family? "All those years I worked myself to the bone. Do they suddenly mean nothing? Is it right to treat him harshly all these years just because he's not your biological son?" Everyone in the gallery nodded in agreement, murmuring support. "Bryan, even if Alex isn't yours, Hazel is still your wife." I raised my head, my face lined with age, tears streaming down. "You worked yourself to the bone? What did you actually do? I supported you, your lover, and your son! Have I not done enough?