Novel & Cerita Reluctant Wife Stories

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.

"I bet your husband is also handsome because you're beautiful and good and you don't get stressed because there might be some woman around that wants him." "Oh no, I trust him and I know he won't have other women. He always tells us how much he loves us and that he won't trade us for anything in this world. So if anyone breaks us, she'll have a hard time. My husband doesn't want other people to ruin our family. " I said. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "Yes, I'm sorry. I just drowned in the juice. Well, you're right, no wife will allow their husband to be robbed. But we also can't say that others are rich who are having an affair or committing a mistake."

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

It does not work that way. His jaw tightened. "You manipulated your way into this marriage—" I actually laughed. Not a kind laugh — a short, sharp, genuinely disbelieving one. Oh, here we go. I shook my head slowly. Here we go again. Adrian, I want you to listen to yourself. It has been almost a year. Almost one full year and without fail, every single day, you find a way to drag that night back into the room like it is breaking news. At this point it is not even an accusation anymore — it is a reflex. It is the most clichéd, most unoriginal thing about you and frankly it has become exhausting to witness. I tilted my head. So what? Is that what you want me to say? Fine. So what. The night ha

" After only a few blissful months near the prewar residential homes here in North Caroline, we lay in bed. I bit down on my bottom lip and tried to breathe. I glanced back at him, doing his thing. The sex was good for an inexperienced girl like me. After all, he was my first man. Initially, it was confirmed that we couldn't keep our hands off one another. Though we had our challenges, the neighbors didn't like me. His family didn't think I was good enough for him. I was lonely at home and wanted to find a job was one of them. In my career interest, it was a super competitive market for the position I was pursuing. But I kept looking while perfecting my skills in being an excellent wife to m

It was only in the slight curve of his lips that she sensed approval. Dessert arrived, but the tension didn’t ease. Regina leaned forward, her pearl necklace gleaming under the light. “Marriage into families like ours can be… burdensome. Some women aren’t built for it. It crushes them. But I suppose,” her eyes flicked toward Abigail, “we’ll see which you are.” Abigail felt the sting of the words, but before she could respond, Carmen spoke again. “Some women surprise everyone, even themselves.” This time, Carmen’s gaze lingered on Abigail with quiet defiance, as though daring the others to keep pressing.

His attention barely left his wife the day they met for the first time. She would try every spell in the book, every trick in her hat and every single thing in her disposal to get him. And she would get him, use him and toss him aside like an old toy. An old toy she would definitely always go back to. She bit her lips at the thought. She moaned and touched herself thinking about him but was distracted by the knock on the door. “Mistress?”, Rupert’s voice was heard. She sighed in agony. “Yes? Come in”, she said and sat up.

"Thus, Brantley started feeling upset when he recalled how cold his wife was whenever he returned home during vacation." "He was also feeling upset about losing his child. However, he was too young at that time, so he felt even more reluctant to return home whenever he saw his wife's rude attitude. Therefore, whenever there was a mission, he would volunteer to participate in it to stay away from the house." "When he received the news that his wife was pregnant again, he realized that his wife had betrayed him, but he was in no position to blame his wife." "Each time Brantley recalled his past, he felt as if his heart was about to shatter into pieces."

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

“This, my son, is all women are good for, spreading their legs and following orders. You should remember that. Change your mistresses often, don’t get attached, and when it’s time to get married, pick someone easy to control. Someone who won’t ask for too much.” Father practiced what he preached. Julia King was quiet, shy, and had no real strength. That didn’t stop her from cheating on her husband. Both my parents were unfaithful and often cheated on each other. I grew up watching the worst kind of marriage, took notes, and was expected to do the same. My little brother must have missed the Women Are Trouble lesson. Henry married for love. Not just that, he chose the most stubborn woman he h