Stacey Wife Crazy Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

"You had some homeless psycho brought here for me, didn't you? Spend one night locked in a room with him, and I'll forgive you." Celeste froze for a moment, then whipped her head toward Alexander, her face a mask of desperation. "Your sister is insane! And you're just gonna stand there and let her?!" Alexander stepped forward and dropped a set of divorce papers on the floor. "Celeste. Sign these. We're done." "You're the crazy one! My sister has been nothing but good to you, and I've been nothing but good to you! And this is how you repay us?!" "I don't need a wife like you!"

Not tear her down out of petty envy. Adrian let out a quiet sigh, subtle enough not to draw attention, as he continued munching on his chicken wings. “He’s such a busy person. He would have been here if he didn’t have work,” Ruth—Ashley’s mother—chimed in. Natasha smiled warmly, reaching over to pat Layla’s hand. “I would love to meet him. She got married without even telling me… it’s only fair we do. She’s such a sweet girl.” Ashley smiled too, her expression gentle as the attention gradually shifted away from her. The whispers about her husband slowly died down, fading into the background.

She chipped in. "Babe, You worry too much. It's just a client." "At 10?" His wife quizzed, still doubtful. "Yes. Why are you getting so worked up?" Rodriguez said and approached his wife, leading her outside the closet and back into the bedroom. "I don't know. It's just that these days you've been…distant. You haven't been eating, you've been so stressed and we don't have time for us anymore, Now night calls." Rodriguez could tell she let it all out. He hadn't noticed she was disturbed by his new habits.

Did she call herself his wife? “That's Stacey, by the way…the competition is stressful… I don't want you to be troubled,” he only wanted her to be happy, Stacey was something else. She was too shrewd. “You have no right to stop me…” she made up her mind. It seemed people really feared that woman. Alana was even more angry, but she would participate.

“My husband is nothing like that manipulative snake Jake. And he sure as hell wouldn’t stoop so low to crawl back to you. So whatever it is you’re trying to pull, go back to whatever dark corner you came from, Stacy. You’re pathetic.” That made Stacy laugh. Loud. Mocking. Her whole body rocked with it. “Oh, my sweet Serena,” she said between chuckles. “Your darling husband, huh?” She drew invisible quotation marks in the air with her fingers. “You mean Ben?” Serena stood still. “You’re so proud of him, aren’t you?” Stacy went on, voice darkening. “The same ‘darling’ husband who has so many secrets tucked away in that pretty little mansion of yours.”

She couldn't let them succeed with their vile minds. “Haha! You fool. We have a video of you banging with a guy on your wedding day. Do you want to see it?" Stacy exclaimed as her laughter erupted like a gelatinous wave, thrashing a woman's heart to the shore who had been engulfed by the darkness.

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

She hissed. She don’t care? Tsk. “Your husband is here in The Elements. He’s so drunk, maybe you want to fetch your husband??” I was suddenly nervous. Waiting for my wife’s answer. “Mara what are you saying?! He is your husband but you don’t care at all?! Did you fight?! I will let him here but what if someone took advantage of your husband’s drunk state?” She scolded her. “Mara!” I can hear frustration in her voice.