Stacey Wife Crazy Novels & Stories

He paused briefly and continued. “So the whole shit fast forward, Stacy came back to me looking pissed. I asked what the issue was and she said Camilla, your wife was acting up like she didn't know her…something like that. And honestly, dude I saw the exchange. I saw how nervous your wife was. She looked like a stray animal. She was literally shaking. I saw it.” The information was too much to wrap around my head. I just stared blankly at the city glowing beyond floor-to-ceiling windows. My jaw had dropped as I battled inwardly to convince myself this was yet another lie despite the evidence mocking me.

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

She smiled evilly. “Why wait for David when you can kill me this instant?” Stacey narrowed her eyes at Mariane. Later on, she crossed her arms over her chest. “It would be better if he saw for himself that I torture you before I kill you. I want him to feel the pain and anguish of seeing you die in front of him.” “You’re crazy,” Mariane muttered. “Who’s crazy? Me?” Stacey pointed to herself. “Hell, yeah! I am indeed a crazy one. Do you want a sample? I’ll show you.”

The dark brown hair swiftly caresses her face, getting attached to the slightly red skin because of sweat. Her exhausted eyes keep monitoring the food, which is releasing a flavorful aroma of seasoning. Today, she is going to meet her husband, a billionaire who has been away from her since the day she said, "I do!" Gwen Stacy is the obedient wife of a billionaire businessman who said goodbye before saying "I do," signing the marriage papers and getting no chance to look at his wife or let his wife see him.

“He said two cakes. Two, Stacey.” She snorted. “You married a madman.” “Tell me about it.” From the corner of my eye, I saw Devon return, brushing leaves from his shirt as he chased after Knox again. He caught me looking and winked. That wink still did things to me. “Speaking of madmen,” Stacey muttered with a knowing smile, nudging me. “You’re still stupid in love.” I didn’t deny it. Because she was right. But so she was, so I shot back. "Who are you to judge me? "

One of them was on and on about how his wife was so frustrating and he wanted to just get rid of her. “My wife is so stupid. She doesn’t even realize I have other side chicks.” Another one of them chuckled. “You’re so lucky.” Another man replied to him. “my wife is so crazy and she just found out about my other side chicks. Now she’s out to ruin my life. I feel like a crazy mess.” I was just staring at them with a frown plastered on my face. “What is she? Stupid? Do you have to remain faithful to her? If her ugly ass can’t satisfy you in bed, then you have to fill that gap with other hotter chicks .” he said then chugged down his glass.

Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash. "Now, I've found my own happiness. Please stop pestering me." Lisa acted as if she had not heard anything. She kept demanding, "You're from the Baker family. Why didn't you tell me? The company's been shut down, my house has been seized, and I lost the baby, but you don't even care! And now, you're here, having a wedding with this tramp!" With that, she raised her hand to slap Sarah across the face. I grabbed her wrist without mercy

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

Coco suddenly asked as we both got out, and I turned to look at her, my face deadpan. “And you think I care?” I asked, and I could see the subtle surprise on her face before it simply vanished in the next second. Coco’s lips curled into a smirk, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the folder she held. “You should care. A CEO’s wife who can’t even control her own reputation is a liability.” My fingers twitched at my sides. This woman really knows how to hit where it hurts. “And yet, here I am,” I said coolly, tilting my head.

“Lily, did you forget you are married? You are my wife. You shouldn’t be out in a club dancing with strange men” She laughed, the bitter sound echoed off the wall. How dare he. “What strange men? Don’t you think you’re being hypocritical? Now you finally remember we are married.” “Of course,” Ethan replied exasperated, “Today is our wedding anniversary.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “You are never home.” She crossed her arms, her eyes burning with hurt. “Every year, every event, every time I see in the news, you are parading Stacy at every event. If I didn’t know better I’d think you were married to her. Not me”