Provocative Wife Novels & Stories

She said in a sarcastic tone and showed me a news article on her phone. It made me freeze because the headlines were not only derogatory but the picture attached with it was also something I didn’t expect. “Don’t say that it’s nothing. Your wh*re wife is back and the first thing she did was to meet her lover in a secret place. What will you say now to defend her?” She spatted venom against Tessa. “Mom, watch your words. Do not use such words against my wife or I don’t think we can talk ever again.” I warned her.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

Catherine was so restless that she couldn't sleep. The thought of seeing James every morning sent a chill to her spine. She knew that the only option she had was to quit, but that also was impossible. She hissed. Determined not to tell him who she was and about their son since he had forgotten everything about her. 'I can't throw away many years of hard work just because he appeared from nowhere. That's impossible' she said to herself. Getting to the ladder of Vice president in Williams group is not a joke. She hissed again having made up her mind to deal with facing him every day. She promised herself that she would be strong for herself and her son.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

This damn wife of mine was now making me smile unnecessarily. Hearing Mr Yang whistle jolted me out from my thoughts. “Now am curious to know how this unwanted wife of yours suddenly became a wanted one.” And that statement got my jaw hard and ticked off. I immediately turned my gaze to him. “Shut the fuck up. My wife isn't an unwanted woman. She will never be because I want her. I crave her so badly that I won't even let her go if she wants to. She's chosen to stay with me and she will keep her promise!” I stated with my face flaring out my anger.

"And it’s funny you think I’m a whore, when you, a married woman at that, is pinning over a man that isn’t your husband. That clearly speaks highly of you." Lauren gritted her teeth and raised her hand, but before I could receive the impart of her hand on my cheek, Sin’s voice boomed behind us. "I wouldn’t do that if I were you, not unless you plan on leaving here with no hands at all." He threatens, coming to stand beside me. Immediately she recoiled her hand, gulping in fear. "I apologize for my wife’s behaviour, Mr. Violenta." Her husband said, with a look of shame as he dragged her away from the buffet table.