Prodigal Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

But how could he, if he had no heir? Emelia’s chest tightened as she recalled the desperation in his eyes. “Do you know what my people will call me if this comes out?” he had whispered. “Nwoke na-adịghị ike. A weak man. A curse. And worse, they will call you barren. You, Emmy. They won’t care whose fault it is. You’ll bear the shame with me.”a His words had sliced through her like a blade, because she knew he was right. In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame.

I froze for a few seconds before snapping back, “Grandpa, I’ll explain this to you later…” “Who wants your explanation? I want Scarlett back! Give me my precious granddaughter-in-law! Give me my Scarlett back!” “Grandpa, she’s my wife. She was never yours to begin with.” “How isn’t she mine? How can my granddaughter-in-law not be mine? And what do you mean ‘your wife’? She’s your ex-wife! You’re nothing but useless baggage from the past. How dare you call her your wife?” “…”

It felt like a praise for her own future daughter-in-law, in a way. Naisha rolled her eyes. “Stop gloating. Why don’t you introduce a nice young woman to my family too?” Sinead gave her a look. “You have no son. What’s the point of that?” Naisha and her husband had only one daughter. They had wanted a son afterward, but Naisha had been unable to get pregnant despite their efforts.

"I'm grateful for this beautiful woman seated beside me. She literally saved my life when we first met and I was able to open up my heart again and heal because of her. She gave me two beautiful kids too. I've got more than I ever thought I would have. Thank you mi amor." "Awwww, that's so sweet." Everyone chorused. "Me next!" Devon said. "I'm also thankful for my beautiful wife. She was Zoila Martinez when I met her and Leonora Railings Suarez now. I've literally known her since we were in nappies, but every day, she shows me that I can become even more happier with each second we spend together. Thank you for being so brave and strong yet so caring and sweet. I love you now and always."

As I poured the water, I asked coldly, “Where’s your great wolf husband? Where’s that grand love you boasted about back in the forest?” Mary Ann lowered her head, gently stroking her baby’s chubby cheek. “Draigh threw me out. He divorced me a month after this baby was born.” I froze, then immediately crushed the sympathy rising in my chest. “Didn’t you say you were his territory, his breath, his destruction? Seems that destruction came sooner than you expected.” “Draigh heard a prophecy from the pack elders,” Mary Ann’s voice trembled.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

She was ready for anything but she hoped in her heart that they were kind and would not see through the bullshit. Nathan stared at his father and mother for some seconds but pretended not to see Anna, his sister clutching her fork stubbornly. He cleared his throat and spoke. “Father, I am here with my future wife like you asked!” He watched as his father’s expression switch to disbelief to awe to suspicion and his mother’s jaws lifted to give a big smile but Anna simply scoffed. “A wife? How? When did you get a wife?” Antonio replied. His face shifted from confusion to surprise to suspicion.

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue