Reluctant Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

“Of course, you are. You know, Ana…I admire your resilience. Really, I do. But how long are you going to keep giving that man the benefit of the doubt?” I sighed, hugging the ultrasound picture closer to my chest. “I just… I want to try everything. I want to know that I did everything I could before I gave up on this marriage.” Sheila scoffed, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t have to fight this hard to be loved by your own husband.” I didn’t have an answer to that. A quiet fell between us before she asked, “And when are you planning to tell your family?” I blinked at her, momentarily lost in my own thoughts.

she said, “Lucas didn’t want the marriage. He told me he wanted to marry me. But I… I couldn’t let him walk away from that opportunity. He had worked so hard for it. It was everything he dreamed of. I didn’t want to be the reason he missed his chance. So I told him to go through with it. That I’d stay. That I’d wait. That it didn’t matter if the world thought you were his wife. I knew his heart was still with me.” Lara’s jaw tensed. Her fingers clenched at her sides. “I was willing to be the other woman… because I loved him,” Riah continued. Her voice cracked at the edges. “He didn’t want to do it. He said it wasn’t fair to me. But I convinced him. I said I’d be okay. I promised I’d wait for

Her marriage had never been made public, and she had been labeled as someone who stole another woman’s man. Mom let out a small laugh along with a long sigh, as though it was truly nothing more than an old story now. “Yes, those were difficult times, and our journey together was indeed very long.” She let out another long breath. Looking at this incredible woman in front of me, who now looked so happy, I also felt a sense of pride. She truly was amazing. Our conversation flowed naturally. She told me more stories about her relationship with Uncle Dylan, and yes, it really was just like what I had read.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

"She's tried several times to leave the house to look for Noah." My voice began to shake. The memory still haunted me. "Once, she nearly got hit by a car while chasing what she believed was our son." I swallowed against the bitter lump in my throat. Even remembering it made me feel sick. "That's why I had no choice but to lock the house." Saying those words made me feel like a terrible husband. Guilt weighed heavily on my chest. I rubbed my face wearily. Exhaustion clung to every part of me. "Sometimes she tries to force the windows open. Sometimes she pounds on the doors."

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.”

Bella My husband had a lot of doors in the mansion. He kept all of them closed. I told myself it wasn't my business to knock. Then I started counting how many then he left the house at midnight. Alex was an outing animal. I always imagined having to marry a man that was grounded in his goals, little did I know I'll find myself trapped in a marriage with no emotions. His life was a cheat map, easy to predict but without knowing the outcome of each move.

"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.