Six Wives Novels & Stories

Kinuha niya ang shoulder bag sa sahig at hinugot mula roon ang gadget na nagri-ring. Phone number two. ’Yong pula. For business. “Yes?” aniya. “I got something you’ve been waiting for.” Boses-babae ang nasa kabilang linya. “Ang ligoy mo. Ano?” “The king of the Cavanaugh is going back. In three days.” “Fuck. May balak pala siyang bumalik?” “He’s marrying. Dadalhin niya ang fianceé niya from New York to meet his grandparents.”

“Nag-iipon kasi kami ng asawa ko para sa pagpapaayos ng bahay. Ayoko kasi na nasa bahay lang ako at walang ginagawa. Gusto ko siyang tulungan para maging mabilis ang pag-iipon namin ng pera.” “Hoy, hindi naman siguro wala kang ginagawa kahit nasa house ka lang. Hindi biro ang maging housewife. Pero, hindi ko inexpect na may asawa ka na pala. Anyway, nalaman ko rin pala na ang gwapo ng owner nitong resort. Sinabi sa akin kanina no’ng nag-interview tapos sinearch ko sa social media. Si Ambrose Walters!” Kinikilig na wika ni Charlotte.

Her savings were taken from her heartlessly. He slowly nodded, with his wife's face conquering his mind. "What kind of job is this?" To his horror, the woman started taking her clothes off. Alessandro's eyes widened. Now he finally understood what Denise has been saying. This is a fcking strip club that sells sex. Fck! "I'm outta here—" "I thought you needed money?" The woman blocked his way. Alessandro gritted his teeth, "I vowed to my wife, miss. I'm desperate but not to the extent that I'll sell what belongs to my wife. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go."

Kahit kasi gabi na ay napapalibutan naman ng mga ilaw ang labas ng bahay. “Mabuti naman at dumating na kayo. Teka, siya na ba ang sinasabi mo?” salubong sa amin ng isang matandang babae na sa tingin ko ay kasing edad lang ni Don Armando. “Oo, Irog, siya na nga,” nakangiting sabi naman ng don. “Irog?” hindi ko napigilang itanong. “Oo, Hija. Siya si Amanda, ang asawa ko.”

hindi natapos ni Corrine ang sasabihin niya ng ilapag ni Lucy ang mga dala nitong litrato sa harapan niya. "Sa tingin ko hindi na uuwi ang asawa mo, dahil mukhang may ibang pinagkakaabalahan siya sa Romania. Can't you see that, your husband is with another arms of a woman." saad ni Lucy na isa-isang pinakatitigan ni Corrine ang mga litrato ni Azrael.

he had a bit of difficulty speaking because I was choking him. “Liar.” I choked him more, “kabit mo ang babaeng iyon. You had only been loyal to me for two years, but you cheated on me with that bitch six years onwards. In our eight years of marriage, mas lamang ang panahong mas pinili mo ang babaeng ‘yon kaysa sa ‘min ni Ice!” It was hard to let go of him, but I did. Nanginginig ako dahil sa intensidad ng nararamdaman.

Sininghot niya ang paligid. “They’re everywhere, Babe,” anito bago siya kargahin na parang papel lang sa mga bisig nito. “You’re turning me on, Mister. Alam na alam mo ang kahinaan ko. Dinadala mo ako sa sunflower.” Isinandal niya ang ulo sa balikat ng asawa. She’s a bride. She deserved to be treated like a queen. “I love it when you’re turned on. You become fierce and wild.”

First installation of A Wife's Grief Series WRITTEN BY MissteriousGuile A WIFE'S SORROW CHAPTER 6 ROSEGAIL'S POV Seeing them eating each other's faces make me want to end myself right now. They're so cruel! They didn't see me right away because they're busy pleasuring each other. Halos saan na pumupunta ang mga kamay ng asawa ko sa katawan ng babaeng kalantari n'ya. Tumutulo ang mga luha kong nakatingin lang sa kanila.

Hindi ko kayang magpakita sa kaniya. "Hay naku, kahit kailan talaga ang pag-ibig walang nadudulot na mabuti sa tao. Puro sakit lang." "Hindi naman, masaya rin." "Maging tanga oo, masaya." "He's happy." "Natural beb, ikakasal na 'yan sa mahal niya." "Natutuwa ako na lumaki siyang matinong lalaki. He's a one-woman man and I've witnessed that." wala akong kailanman na nabalitaan na nangbabae siya. He's loyal to my sister.

Nahilot niya ang sintido niya ngayon, napaka-busy niya at halos hindi na niya maasikaso ang katawan niya, lalo pa't may migraine siya at madalas itong sumasakit lalo pa sa ganitong klima. She's thirty five woman named, Janissa Hettleworth, a widow of her late husband, Hernan Hettleworth, a mouth-watering heir and a legitimate alta-society man. Isang bilyonaryo. But she guess, she is not lucky enough nang mamatay ito. She's been left nothing but a pressured life she must stand out bilang Hettleworth. ***