Not His Wife Novels & Stories

Possessive? "I think they are right though?" I blurted out. Roman gave me that look like I'd fucked up. I watched as Nox's gaze hardened and his jaw tightened. He stood up from the desk and walked back to his seat behind the desk. I looked at them in confusion. "What? Are they not right?" "NO!" Nox exclaimed. "You're my wife! And I am not interested in having any other person besides you!" He said, visibly upset.

There’s also a notice in the New York Times about his wedding. My stomach swoops. Have I been lusting after a married man? Not that I’m lusting. I had a brief moment of dispassionate, academic curiosity about his cock when I thought he was sexually harassing me. But that’snotthe same thing as lusting. I didn’t notice a wedding ring. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Nathan doesn’t have any social media accounts, at least not under his own name. But his wife (former wife?) does. She’s a polished, sweet looking redhead that’s recently posted a bunch of photos of herself with a guy who’s definitely not Nathan.

“Don't worry, Rara, I won’t let them take you away—“Taking a deep breath, I added. “I am married to them.” The commotion on the other side went silent. I almost regretted it. “What?” He breathed out in disbelief. “What do mean married? You can’t be married to all of them.” “I am. I am…” I was confined in shame. “Was it by consent?” There was undoubted worry in his voice. He knew what they were capable of, and he also knew how they made things work their way. “Of course, why did I even bother.” He scoffed. I could already imagine him shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Then this creates a problem.”

"You came along and I fell deeply in love with you and I married you as it's the right thing to do.Why then do you call yourself the other woman?" "Because even though Stephanie is in the wrong... she's still your wife.Your first wife." "No." he replied with a deep frown on his face.Diana saw that the conversation was now heading the wrong way. However she didn't say the wrong thing did she? "I have only one wife," his brows knotted "She's Diana Edward Collins" It felt good..but hard to believe. He turned to her. "It's up to you whether to believe or not"

even though formally to someone. Because deep down we both were aware that he didn't consider me his wife, although not by heart. Was Arnold really married before? He had a wife whom he bought here before me and then where did she go? Why does he never mention that to me? Should I ask him about her?

“I should not? Apparently, the woman you called your wife was being slandered and you didn't even try to—” “Nathaniel, don't you think you are crossing the line, here? She is my woman. You don't need to worry. Oh,” He looked away. “Do you think she is your wife? The one who left? Let me tell you, Maurene and I are married and she is not the lady you lost. Even if she is, you lost her already. Move on, man.” He patted my shoulders as he brushed past me. “Such a caring husband that you are! Who knows if you truly love her?” I snickered. He paused and then turned to me.

“Or better—don’t let him get close enough to open it.” She shook her head, half angry, half tired. “You make it sound simple. But it’s not. He was my husband.” “Exactly,” Zipper muttered. “That’s why he knows exactly where to cut.” Silence pressed in. Her heartbeat thudded too loud in her chest. “You don’t get it,” she whispered. “Part of me still—” She cut herself off, clamping her teeth together. “Still what?” His voice softened now, curiosity laced with something else.

He has a wife? Mr. Hale leapt off the bed and was in front of Mason in a heartbeat, “No, please, not my wife.” Mason ignored him and simply tucked the phone in his pocket. “Then, are you ready to start speaking?”

I narrow my eyes on the screen. That’s weird. Why is a picture from our honeymoon his display picture? And why is he calling me? I can’t remember the last time he gave a shit about where I was. “We asked a question, kitten.” Ronan’s voice cuts through my thoughts, and I clear my throat. I feign a cough. “Well, he’s still my husband after all.” Ronan raises a brow. “Not anymore, he’s not.” I shrug my shoulders. They’ve never been married. They’ll never understand.

I have no idea what he was looking for or looking at. He turned and his shadows followed him. His eyes landed on me first. Sharp. Cold. Then they slid to Sloane again. The same pause. The same look that said she was nothing. “This is your wife?” “Yes.” I replied swiftly, the word came out flat, steady. He didn’t offer his hand. Didn’t acknowledge her with more than that one dismissive question. He wasn’t at the wedding. He hasn’t asked of her or even regarded her. What was he expecting? That she wasn’t my wife?