Sinbad Wife Novels & Stories

She told me how she failed to get Jaydon to sign that marriage contract with her friend. I wish I could see what this woman looks like, just to compare myself to her. But to do that, I’d have to somehow get closer to Sabrina, and that seems impossible. I can’t stand people who talk too much, and Sabrina? She’s definitely one of those. She’s always acting strangely, just like her husband. There’s something about her that feels... off, like she’s playing a game I don’t understand.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

"I am your wife, Fynn. Not her. She didn't marry you for six years. She didn't live with you for six years. She didn't love you for six years. Fynn, please don't do this to me. Please, don't end us." Gauging her actions, I could almost begin to feel pity for her. Her words were a frantic, slurred torrent, her gestures wild and uncoordinated. This was not the girl I'd grown up with. "But at least she's not making me wait for six years before giving me a child." He threw at her. She paused in her melodrama, wiped her eyes, and blinked. "What?" "You heard me, Sabrina. My beautiful, fertile wife is pregnant with my child, and according to the doctor, her womb is strong enough to carry my child t

Sabrina warned, laughing. “I’m kidding!” “I don’t believe you,” I said. “Okay maybe just one bad word,” she giggled. “But only the small ones.” Sabrina covered her mouth to stifle her laughter. I looked at her — my fierce, beautiful wife — and then at the two kids who now filled our world. This wasn’t just our family. This was our everything. And in that moment, I knew I’d kill for them all over again if I had to. But for now?

She said we would be blissful together for the rest of our lives. But it only took four years for everything to change. Penelope's parents passed away one after the other. Once again, I lost the people who loved me like a son. During that time, I shut myself inside the greenhouse, and I would only open the door if she came back. She would cry while hugging me, begging me not to act that way. Later on, her family business grew bigger. At the same time, she returned home a little later every night. Everyone in Acetropolis knew that I, her husband, was a useless autistic man. Countless people tried to become her new potential match.

His eyes glowed as he stared at me. He grabbed me gently, and his Adam's apple bobbed, “Bella Anderson, please be my contract wife.”

not the owners. She held his hands in her and kissed them. "These hands have done wonders Ashton...every night for 4 years they have taken care of my numb legs with just one hope...to hope something which was next to impossible. Tell me, Ash..why you didn't leave this not so beautiful wife? Why you tried everything to make her see her own beauty? Why you didn't divorce this crippled wife and married some beautiful model? Why you worked every second of these 4 years to make me stand up on my own?

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

he said, then took his wife to get into the car. It was a little strange for Sabrina to find her husband here all of a sudden. But it seems that she is no longer able to find answers to how this man who recently married her came to be. “Maybe it’s a coincidence that Erick is here, or he’s tracking my cell phone because he’s worried about me and my unborn baby.” Sometimes her husband glanced at her with a strange and unusual look. The glance that gradually made Sabrina feel uncomfortable. “It seems that Erick is suspicious of my disheveled appearance. Should I just make up a story?” This 23-year-old woman thought.