Reluctant Wife Novels & Stories

She eyed her husband "After spending 30 good years together, you don't trust me??" He asked looking at his wife "Then who is she?" Mrs Walker retorted, eyeing her husband "I know what I did wasn't right but the situation called for that kind of solution. It would be too late to rectify all this after she's married so I've summoned up the courage to tell you" He started moving his eyeballs from his wife to his daughter "Stop going around in circles and hit the nail on the head." Mrs Walker was beginning to get impatient

"Chris forgot to tell me how feisty his daughter is." "Not feisty. Violent." He looms in closer, crowding my space. "What do we do now, wife? I like my women willing and submissive." Wife. The word is a reminder of who I am now. A trophy in the hands of Rayne De Luca. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I have envisioned more for myself, not retiring into a made man's house as a baby-making machine. "You will not find this woman willing and submissive," I shoot back in defiance.

After an awkward silence, my father-in-law spoke, "Do not make me regret this marriage, Lily. He was supposed to behave like a responsible man tonight but it seems he isn't out of his stubborn self yet. Just make sure his tonight's behaviour doesn't show up on routine." I didn't miss the silent reprimand. He did feel the need to explain that I was slacking off my duties as Daniel Rutherford's wife. All the while my face was so stiff it felt like it might crack. It'd been a mask of utter stubbornness since I signed up to be a Rutherford wife and a defense mechanism against my vulnerable position in the arrangement. Irrespective of the twisting in my gut, I gave him a clear and smooth response

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

he teased, his words dripping with amusement. Rita, on the other end of the line, responded eagerly, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and possessiveness. "Yes, darling," she replied, unable to hide her excitement. "I assume your clueless wife has gone off to her little get-together. She came to me, complaining about your distant behavior. I wanted to throttle her, but I held my composure. She stole you away from me, but I won't let you slip away again," Rita declared, her words laced with determination.

To be denied publicly by your husband. But I didn’t argue with what he said. I remained composed no matter how much that hurt. I would not fight over the title of Mrs Sullivan. It was something I wanted to give up anyway. So I should thank him for giving me more reasons to give up on this marriage. “Oh okay. Sorry for bothering you, Mr Sullivan. We’ll make sure to treat Mrs Sullivan well.” People had already started to talk. “This place isn’t for lowlives, why come here to pose as someone’s wife so you can get in?”

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

Damn it! I think why Rara's father never came home because he couldn't stand his wife's attitude, who was pretentious to arrange everything. FUCK!!! And unfortunately, I have an innocent and very stubborn wife. And easily influenced and very insensitive to circumstances that could endanger her own life. I need an outlet now. Eloy, the only one now.

"I'm not giving up on my wife! She's innocent until proven guilty!" His mother, angered by his defiance, retorted sharply. "What kind of proof do you want, William? You're making yourself look like a fool! Your wife cheated on you, took all your wealth, and left you with your kids! If I were you, don't waste your time with that cheater woman! Come back to our house, son. We'll accept you even if you have a failed marriage." "I trust my wife," He insisted, his loyalty unwavering.

"Before then, Mr. Wright had told me to take the wines Ruserick had made home for my wife to have a taste of it and I told him we don't have wines at home because at that point we didn't, as my wife hasn't gone for her usual shopping and when I gave my wife the wine to have a taste, she refused with the excuse of she doesn't take wine which was because she was mad at me at that time." "When I found out my wife was the Chairman, I told Mr. Wright to stop disturbing her as I would speak to her myself and get a response from her, Mr. Wright didn't stop, and that made my wife, the Chairman refuse to give me a good response each time I talked about it."