Novel & Cerita Reluctant Wife Stories

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

He was worried about his wife's condition because she refused to eat anything since yesterday and always sulking in their room all day long. His wife began to act strangely two days ago when Jayden Blackfrost and his brothers attended a diner party hosted by the Queen herself. ‘This all happened because of that bastard… Jayden Blackfrost…’ Stefan thought with scorn in his heart, as he was looking for someone else to blame for his bad luck. He refused to believe the fact that it was his wife who caused the trouble for herself. She was unfaithful to him and now she had suffered the consequences. Not long after, the soft knocking was coming from behind their door and a maid with a brown cotton

This was because the husband tried locating his wife, filled with remorse for doing something so drastically wrong. When his search had been already fruitless for three years, he gave up and decided to just bring his two children together. He took care of the judgmental Masakonians by pretending that his wife was on a vacation and that the girl she’s with was his niece. Apparently, the wife did come back a year later, satisfying the others with the husband’s alibi. She brought with her a boy who she argued to be an orphan she passed by in the streets. The husband wasn’t convinced but said nothing. Trying to live in peace, they have barricaded themselves from the other Wielders, shutting them

“She talks back. But in my house, I don’t tolerate nonsense. She will learn respect.” Heads nodded. Some women laughed. One even clicked her tongue in sympathy, as if Mama were the victim. I stood a few feet away, pretending to be engrossed in adjusting my gele, but every word pierced me. My husband stood beside Mama, smiling politely, not once correcting her, not once defending me. The walk home was silent, my jaw clenched, while Mama hummed hymns in the front ,holding my husbands hands as if she were hus wife . My husband’s hand rested on his lap, twitching as if he wanted to reach for mine but couldn’t find the courage.

"Sorry for your loss. By the way, why did you refuse the job offer when you knew you needed it so badly? Luther asked. "My wife was sick, she couldn't help herself she needed me by her side. But I failed her. I wasn't always there for her. I turned into a drunk the day I molested our girl" he said as another set of tears filled his eyes. This time he allowed them to drop down his cheeks. This usually occurs each time he recalls how he shamelessly molests his stepdaughter. This is one thing he will continue to regret every moment of his life "You did what!, Tell me that was not true," Luther exclaimed in disgust.

When she opened them again, Dominic, perhaps trying to dispel the lingering awkwardness, casually asked, “What did you wish for? Is there any gift you’d like?” Valerie looked at him for a moment, her gaze calm yet distant. Then, in a steady voice, she answered. “I wished that I’d get married this year.”

There she was, frantically pulling her clothes back on. The woman I had sworn to love for the rest of my life, my wife, Ysabel Walter. Her hair was a mess, and her cheeks still flushed. The designer heels I’d bought her were tossed aside like garbage. Her clothes were in disarray, baring a glimpse of those unfamiliar lace panties. “Ysabel, come out here and explain.” My voice was unusually cold. Her face was drained of color. Her hands trembled as she straightened her clothes, standing up slowly from the bushes and unable to meet my gaze.

Risk was seated next to me until Jules insisted they switch spots. “I’m way more interesting than you are,” Jules told his husband. Risk rolled his eyes but acquiesced. Once Jules was settled, he leaned over to me, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair with his chin in his hand. “So, have the two of you fucked yet?”

★★★★ "You are lying to me!" Edith cried. Her tears gushed as she faced her horrible mother-in-law, fury twisting in her heart. "You are fabricating everything. From the day I arrived at this house, you have done everything possible to make my life miserable. Don't pretend otherwise!" She raised her finger at her mother-in-law and unleashed all the pain she had kept hidden within her until today. "Well, you are not the choice for my son," Freya said coolly, "how could I like you? You were never his choice. If my late husband had not forced him into this marriage, my dear Jamie wouldn't spare you a second glance."

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...