Reluctant Wife Novels & Stories

Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her. So she whispered, barely audible: “Okay. We’ll try.” August exhaled, relief softening his face. He leaned closer, kissed her forehead tenderly, and pulled her into his arms. She let him, stiff at first, then slowly relaxing into the embrace—not out of love, but out of guilt. Her eyes stayed open long after his closed. And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve.

“Then let him mark nothing, Luke. Because I won’t let him. I told him thank you, and that was it.” But Luke wasn’t soothed. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room. “He’s young, powerful, arrogant and now he’s set his eyes on you. That makes him dangerous.” Abigail reached for him, forcing him to stop, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Luke. Look at me. I am your wife. Nothing he says, nothing he does, will change that. Do you hear me?” His eyes searched hers, fierce and desperate all at once. “Do you know what men like him do when they want something?”

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

“Mom, it wasn’t like that. She chose to go—” “Choose?!” Gloria cut him off, her voice sharp as a whip. “And you LET her? You’re her husband, you stubborn rock of a man! Just like your father! You’re supposed to say no when your wife tries to risk her life! What kind of man stands by idly while his bride marches off to war?!”

I continued, my voice lowering, “I will not tolerate it, Fina. I built my name from nothing. I will not have my wife humiliating me in public over childish games.” “Childish?” she snapped. “You embarrassed me first! That woman—” “Valentina is irrelevant.” “She didn’t look irrelevant!” I turned to her then. “In just one day,” I said coldly, “you have proven to be the most stubborn woman I have ever met.” Her eyes flashed. “Good. I’m glad you know. I’m glad you’ve seen the chaos I can bring. I’m glad you understand that I cannot be the wife you want me to be.”

A little harsh but I didn't blame her in any way because I have brought this upon myself and was supposed to bear the consequences without making a hell of noise as to why I was being treated this way. "I know that you partially resent me which is quite understandable but I need your help right now. My wife has refused to come back. Everyone says that they don't know where she is and I have tried to reach out to her mom but she doesn't want to have anything to do especially after The handover." I begged Martha, throwing away my pride.

“Honestly, you were the first client who managed to make me feel really ridiculous. Your attitude in my office really makes me want to strangle you. Why did you want me so badly at that time?" "Because I don't know what else to do to change my life. My wife really doesn't like children. Perhaps because she grew up in the middle of a well-to-do family with parents who always spoiled her, she became a stubborn and arrogant woman. Increasingly I feel my marriage is not going well. I thought Cassie could bring me happiness. How can I make Cassie realize if I want her to be my fullest wife. Not a career woman who keeps leaving me at home."

Unflinching. “She is my wife.”

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.