Story Of Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Oh I'm sorry, I was a little tongue loose.Forgive me. I was just a little excited you see my husband and I just recently reunited after more that two decades and it's all because of my telling my stories that we found each other again. " Why?" She was interested. " My husband and I got separated in a sea mishap.over twenty years ago." So she begun her story. " That long?" She was interested. And realised herself that she wanted to write that kind of story. "Wait a minute, do I write story they never told me that." She thought to herself. Anyway the woman started telling her story.

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.

Husband comes home to a hot little wife. Enjoy.. ***** Although I take a little license with my stories, they are all based on my true wife. She has slowly become a little promiscuous over time. It of course began with a fantasy that we shared during our own sex and developed from there. At first she was afraid to do anything outside of our marriage for real and planned to keep it a fantasy. With the ideas built up in her head, she eventually felt like she had permission to try it. Her first several times were more like cheating than anything else. With me out of town and her exceptionally horny she eventually gave in to someone she knew. Afterwards she wasn't comfortable with the reality, s

Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance. She repeated the words, voice dead and hollow, “Power Married couple.” Her chest tightened, a thousand questions surging but none dared to escape. How long? Why hide? Who was she to him really, and what the fuck it is, A wife?! ~ The bathroom door clicked shut behind her. She stared at the reflection. Her eyes red, swollen from tears she hadn’t allowed until now. The face looking back at her was cracked, fragile. “You’re my only one,” she whispered, the memory slicing through her.

Her marriage had never been made public, and she had been labeled as someone who stole another woman’s man. Mom let out a small laugh along with a long sigh, as though it was truly nothing more than an old story now. “Yes, those were difficult times, and our journey together was indeed very long.” She let out another long breath. Looking at this incredible woman in front of me, who now looked so happy, I also felt a sense of pride. She truly was amazing. Our conversation flowed naturally. She told me more stories about her relationship with Uncle Dylan, and yes, it really was just like what I had read.

Today, we would get married with my mother watching, my daughter dancing, and my wife knowing that our love story was strong enough to survive any truth. Even the ones that took thirty years to tell.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

I can see that she was silenced again and then sit beside me, "Hmmm two woman with one man, the other one claiming she is his one great love and the other one is the unfortunate wife" "Oh, so there is really that kind of love story huh, so they live all together in one house?" "I am not sure but it seems it is fine with the wife that her husband is with his great love." "Oh, hmmm how about you? can you stand having that kind of situation?" "No, I will always do the right thing..." "That explains, you really did the right thing.." And then she stare at me and rolled her eyes on me, "What!? Did I say something wrong?"

“First, we get a free doctor for my son, and now, a beautiful wife just lands right in our lap! “God must really be smiling on the Cooper family!” Caleb’s frown deepened at the mention of a "wife." He had read enough news stories to know how these situations usually played out—women lured into remote villages, tricked, and trapped with no way out. He decided to dig deeper. “That’s some unbelievable luck. Where exactly did this beautiful wife come from?”

“Should I call you Ruby or Rose?” Blood instantly drained out of my wife’s face. She forced a smile. “Hubby, what are you talking about? Don’t you remember my name? You’re so annoying…” I clicked on the recording pen. As she listened to Emma’s recording, she collapsed. “But Wyatt, I was the one who stayed with you after the wedding.” She started crying as she became hysterical. My wife came from a patriarchal family. When she and her sister were still at home, their family did not value them, let alone allow them to go to school.