President Wife Is A Man Novels & Stories

"Elaine, don't you ever forget whose wife you are!" Elaine’s heart clenched at his harsh words. Think about it, she thought bitterly. I am his wife, but where was he when we were in danger at the school gate? Now that John is the one helping us, he wants to punish him? Does he actually hope I get trampled to death out there just so Jenny can take my place? She licked her dry lips and whispered back, "I remember perfectly well whose wife I am. I’m just afraid... that President Bo himself no longer wants to acknowledge his own wife!"

“Miss Sophia,” I say, immediately interjecting. “I know you are curious, we all are.” I laugh, trying to make light of it. “But we can’t possibly ask Miles to reveal that kind of personal information if he’s not comfortable to do so…” “It’s alright, Esther,” Miles says calmly, his smile unwavering. “I don’t mind answering Miss Sophia’s question. She’s right, most of our previous presidents have had a partner at their side. Many, I suspect, have been able to do such a good job because of the support of their wives and husbands.”

Because Andrea had been here a few times before, the two front desk ladies were already quite familiar with her, and when they saw her, they arched their eyebrows and warmly greeted her. "Hello,ma’am!" Andrea nodded toward the two and smiled faintly, "Hello guys!" The receptionist scratched her head somewhat sheepishly, then escorted the person to the door of the president's special elevator. "The president’s wife is so beautiful! She and the president are really a perfect match!" "Let me tell you, the president's wife isn't just beautiful, she's also a professor at Bloom University!" "Sure enough! Strength and beauty go hand in hand,she’s worthy of being my goddess!"

I felt so unfortunate . You are the First Lady that the ceo would ever invite to his office and not only that, today is your first day here and from all the things people are beginning to to say about you , I really hope that you do last a day in this office because from the way it’s going , I don’t think that it’s going to be possible . I didn’t reply to what she had just said but I knew that I was in a deep mess but as much as i was in a mess , I wasn’t going to be working under the wife of the man that I screwed , my conscience would never let me do that.

She brought up the poor woman who had been doing the job I was appointed to before me. The president’s first human researcher wife.

The man stood there motionless but his eyes widened more and more… It was difficult to believe what laid in front of his own eyes. This was the president's marriage certification and surprisingly the name Chery West was written on the spouse column. Assistant Cherry's name. How did he describe Assistant Cherry's husband earlier again? He called him a cruel, abusive, petty man. However, this little book had mercilessly told him that the woman's husband was indeed the president. In other words, he had just reprimanded the president right in front of his face.

Our eyes met and I caught warmth flashed in his eyes as I mentioned my wife's name. I clenched my jaw. I already knew the answer. "I won't deny it. I love her with everything I am," his honest answer annoyed me. "Tara is your president's wife, she's the first lady," I want to remind him that it was impossible for them to have a relationship. His lips twitched as if he was mocking me. I suppressed the urge to hit him on the face. "Your Excellency, I know that she's your wife and I won't cross the boundary."

The President commented. "Thank you, Mr. President." I politely replied. "Is this Gavriella? Oh, Robert, she was such a beautiful young girl." The glamorous middle-aged woman standing beside the President stated. I knew the woman was the wife of the President. Looking at the woman, beauty and sophistication simply exuded her posture. Admiration and astonishment are what I felt for the woman. She has an angelic face that you won't get tired of looking at and she looks sweet and generous. Her beauty and grace reminded me of my mother.

In return, I got the illusion of a husband, one who never showed up, never called, and never played the role. For two long years, we remained bound by that contract, existing in separate worlds. He focused solely on his company, expanding his empire while I remained a silent, invisible wife. And me? I wasn’t just sitting idle. I built my own empire, in secret, growing into a woman who didn’t need anyone—not him, not anyone. Now, it was time to end it. “I’m not waiting anymore, Katrina. I’ve waited long enough.”

“What have I done James, you are not picking up my calls, I felt as the country's president, probably you are busy with the country's affairs and meetings. What have I done?” “Do you know my wife has not been home, she caught us doing all these…. I…” “She left the president's residence because she caught us? How did she manage to caught us” “Ask yourself that…. And I am still managing to get her back, you are here disturbing me” “Getting her back?” She paused, “This is an opportunity for us too….” “Opportunity for you to? It seems like you are not okay” “Wait and let me talk, haven't you been enjoying me? I am a good wife material, I can be the first lady of the country, she left and you are