Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Ava stayed in front of me protectively, ready to lunge if Zarina so much as blinked the wrong way. Zarina took a step closer, smiling cruelly. "You think throwing him a party will change anything? You think it’ll make him love you again? You're even more pathetic than I thought. You’re delusional, Anastasia. He’s already moved on." "Maybe," I said evenly. "Maybe he has. But I’m still his wife." Zarina flinched, just a little, the word wife hitting exactly where I intended it to. Her eyes flashed with fury, her hands clenching into fists. She stepped even closer, so close I could see the tremble of rage in her shoulders.

They call us osu. Nneoma gazed at him, her eyes squinting with emotions 'Oh…’ she sighed. Closing her eyes, she hugged Richard tightly, patting his back gently. She was silent for a few minutes. 'No, Richard, no…you are not an outcast,' she whispered to him. 'Rich,' she pulled back to look into his face. 'You are a victim of this obnoxious culture. You are not an outcast, neither you nor your family. If anyone out of ignorance, foolishness, wickedness or envy terms your family outcast, the person is terribly mistaken. We were discussing this issue sometime ago,' she told him.

“I’m not your sweet little wife anymore. I’m a slut for black cock.” Kellan gripped her hips and drove into her, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. Marina threw her head back and screamed, bouncing faster, her pussy swallowing him whole. And I sat there, my face only inches away, forced to watch my wife give herself to them completely.

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

Shawn held out his hand, waiting to receive her. I turned to Mom once again. “Where the hell is her cripple husband? Isn’t he aware that his wife is whoring around?” “You saw all that happened earlier. Her father-in-law is using her as a pornstar. That’s probably their means of survival.” “She can be a whore before anyone but she better stay the hell away from my man,” I mumbled, unaware of the doom that was about to befall me. Shawn took her hand carefully in his. He pulled her closer and kissed her.

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

"Dard' Hawthorne?" "yep, that one. and his wife. you remember his wife, Castila?." "she was old." "still alive. she was a real pupular mad woman in patriots. all sick depraved, ...depressed psychos of the world..all in that cult. only, the shirking fact is that in that cult, they are absolutely alright. nothing about thats wrong with them."

Marquis's attention goes to Oryx and the girl who is glaring at her. " Oh! Yes. She is!" Oryx's eyes, widely, gaze at her husband who is standing firmly, with a cold expression. " Poor you!" " No. Blessed Me! Indeed, I am blessed beyond measure. The woman in the corner, Oryx Williamson, is not just a wife but the embodiment of my deepest love. She bears the dual roles of Oryx Turner, dedicating half her time to her job, studies, and family, and the other half as my cherished wife." He muses, making her instantly blush.