Seven Wives Book Novels & Stories

We held a press conference two weeks later. Midtown hotel. Conference room packed with reporters. I stood at the podium. Rachel beside me. Sienna holding Sofia in the front row. My hands were shaking. I gripped the sides of the podium to steady them. "My name is Aria Winters. Three months ago, I discovered my husband was a bigamist. An abuser. A criminal. He drugged me for two years without my knowledge. Controlled every aspect of my life. Nearly destroyed me."

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"King Matthew... he would hate to see his seventh wife with such swollen eyes on her wedding day. He values beauty above all." I turned on her, the movement causing a sharp jab in my ribs from the tight lacing. "You think I care about what he hates?" I hissed. "He is a monster who collects wives like trophies. I am not a person to him, I am a womb with a title." The maid grew pale and stepped back, shaking her head. "Please, just... do not get him upset. For your own sake." She hurried out, the heavy door clicking shut behind her.

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

"My husband feels bad about it, so to make it up to me, he's willing to buy me anything and everything." She was still rambling on, but I had nearly forgotten how to breathe. In the story Kevin had woven, I had become the despicable woman who ran off with all the money, a promiscuous tramp. And he was the poor, betrayed victim. "That's just his side of the story," I said, my voice hoarse. "Has it ever occurred to you that he might be lying?" "Even if he lies to me, his mother wouldn't, right?" Chloe shook her head and held out her wrist for me to see.