Sinbad Wife Novels & Stories

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

The company group chat blew up instantly. My wife, Sabrina Langford, was the first to respond. "Casper, have you lost your mind? I'm just helping Timothy's family sell some fruit. Do you really have to humiliate them like this?" Other employees quickly chimed in to defend her. "Exactly. Ms. Langford means well. If even her own husband refuses to support her, who else will?" "Seriously, you should feel lucky you married someone like Ms. Langford. With a figure like hers, most men would be proud."

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

"I think I’m in the wrong session." "Nonsense," Alice said, stepping forward to bridge the gap between us. She hooked her arm through mine. Her grip was firm, almost painful. "Ladies, I’d like you to meet someone very... special to our family." She turned me to face the circle of women. I felt like a doll being displayed. "This is Sabrina," Alice announced, her tone dripping with faux pity. "She is my son’s ex-wife. The divorce was only finalized... Well, was it yesterday, dear? Or are the papers still wet?"

I was locked inside a basement, a lightless place where the only company I had was the sound of rats chewing at the walls. I pleaded with my wife, Tiana Sabell, through my tears, "Please spare Sabrina! She's only seven years old, Tiana! I'll kneel on the stone steps instead; I'll kneel and fast for a week!" Tiana snapped, "If you hadn't staged that accident and pretended to save me, I wouldn't have married you! Hayden wouldn't have been abducted and tormented in a coal mine while he was still grieving! You must suffer the consequences of this forced marriage.

“Wife? I don’t care if Salvador is the most powerful man in the world. I don’t see myself being anything to him.” “But you are.” “Because he forced me—” “Yet, you are his wife.” Rosa says and I fall silent. “Listen…” she leans in before continuing. “Sabrina is his childhood friend. Everyone who works here knows she’s had her sights set on becoming the daughter-in-law of this house. The day Salvador brought you here, she smashed vases in anger. I was cleaning her room and I saw her collapse onto the floor, sobbing.” I swallow. “Sabrina…?”

Dave finally said after a long pause. "Cancel it." I dismissed without thinking twice. He made a note on his tablet. "You have a habit of deciding things without listening. And the third one is important." "Cancel it. I have somewhere to be. I need to go support my wife." I put out my cigarette. "What else?" Dave looked at his tablet and then back at me. "More shares from the Melfund subsidiary are also for sale—” "Did you just say your wife? WIFE??” He suddenly asked like his brain was only just catching up.

Elena hated him a little for that. She hated herself more for not walking away. Adrian opened the contract, turning it toward her. “Twelve months. You appear publicly as my wife. You move into my home. You attend events when necessary. You don’t ask questions about my family, my past, or my private business.” “And in return?” “I clear your debts tonight. Your mother is moved to a private specialist by morning. At the end of the year, you receive two million pounds.” The diner seemed to tilt.

Accused of a grave act she did not commit, the weight of Isabelle's accusations crushed Sabrina's spirit, leaving her no choice but to sever the ties that once bound her to her husband, Kenneth. With a heavy heart and wounded soul, she sought solace and refuge within the comforting embrace of her loving family. Returning to the warmth of her childhood home, Sabrina found herself surrounded by the unwavering support of her parents. Their tender love and understanding arms wrapped around her, offering a sanctuary where she could begin to heal from the shattered fragments of her broken marriage.

“Why won’t I feel sad? Yelle looks sad and disappointed with what I ask her to do. She told me that she will miss baby Tanya.” I hug her tight and kiss her forehead. “Don’t be sad my wife. I’m sure she understand us.”