Novel & Cerita Reluctant Wife

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

That wouldn’t do. She refused to treat me as her husband, and she refused to act as my wife, even if we were divorced. It wasn’t like it was a public divorce – even grandpa didn’t know. I expected her to be devastated, to be bereft, completely broken after our divorce. She didn’t even cry. She had become more stubborn, more bold, and admittedly, more radiant. It had to be because of the pregnancy.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

Carla comments. I turn away from her. I was exhausted, I barely got any sleep since he dropped the bomb of wanting more children. With me… I try not to read too much into it. I try not to get my hopes up. But I’m a hopeless romantic. I try to tell myself; I don’t want the whole picket fence and I loving family. But a part of me still wants that. Still craves that. That’s the least of my worries right now. I told myself I wouldn’t work with Jacob Herrington but here I was. If David was really introducing Kira and I to his family, then there’s no way I could meet with him.

Nights like this, she oscillated between anger and sorrow, judgment and self-pity, discipline and indulgence. Her marriage to Rethabile was a delicate dance of avoidance and confrontation. Arguments flared over minor issues: the children’s education, household chores, or the allocation of resources. Each flare-up left scars that would linger long after the words had been spoken. Yet beneath the tension, a fragile love remained, bound by years of shared experiences and the hope that the other could change.

She never dreamt of getting married, talking more of being with such a sarcastic woman as a mother in law. "You had to bring her in because you want a daughter in-law that will lick your shitty ass right? But, I, who wouldn't tolerate you, is here already, and I'm not leaving." Anna remarked angrily. Mrs Wilson focused her gaze on her, her stares filled with anger and hatred. "You two have overstayed your welcome, so take your leave out of here." "I'm never leaving." Lillian interrupted. The door was opened and Reid walked in, his two hands in his pocket and his face filled with a devilish smile. "I need to introduce you to my lovely and sexy wife." Reid referred to Lillian.

Mary, taken aback, couldn't fathom why a simple touch triggered such a strong reaction. "Why can't I touch you when I'm your wife?" Mary demanded, her frustration apparent in her tone. Daniel sighed, as if weary of repeating himself. "I told you, marriage is for namesake. You're just a wife in name, you don't have to act as my real wife." Unsatisfied, Mary pressed on, "So what? I'm still your wife, does it matter whether I'm a real wife or wife in papers." Daniel's response was blunt and to the point. "I already told you, I hate clingy women, I seriously despise the women who are clingy to me."

He just accepted it even though deep down he still refused. "It's still early, Mom. Manda and I haven't gotten to know each other. So yes ... it's natural that they said it looked incompatible." Radit deliberately argued in search of justification. "You're always good at answering," his mother snorted. "Keep defending your spoiled wife. She'll eventually go rogue." Radit could only sigh softly. Then he gasped in surprise when he saw Amanda standing behind him. "Do you also want to get angry like mom?" His wife shook her head quickly. "What's the point, there's no point. I'll get tired."

He tried to jerk off her hands but she tightened her hold and hugged him slowly sideways. "Please... don't make it difficult. It won't take a long time and before you fully lose it I'll be back again", she said with a lone tear escaping her eyes. Karan was stubborn to let her go and why would he? She was his wife, his love and all he had was hers. Then why to work for someone else overseas was making him pissed. He doesn't want to let her go after what he was warned off.

Margaret said. “I listen more than I speak,” Amara replied. “Smart,” Margaret said. “Tell me—why did you marry my son?” Amara hesitated only briefly. “Because I was asked to. And because it mattered.” Margaret’s lips curved slightly. “Honest. I appreciate that.” She stood and walked toward the window. “Lucas has always been difficult. He doesn’t forgive easily.” “I’ve noticed,” Amara said gently. Margaret turned back to her. “If you intend to stay his wife, you’ll need more than patience. You’ll need strength.”