Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

To her surprise, she sees her new husband sitting there looing busy on his tablet. “Good morning. I did not know that you would still at home.” “Well, there is something called honeymoon. I mean I got married yesterday. So, I am working from home for the next week.” “Ok, By the way I hope you have eaten.” “Well no, I am waiting for my wife to wake up so we can eat together. If you don’t mind of course.” Michael says looking at her. “There is no problem, you should have woken me up early so I don’t delay you.”

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

I was not that type. I hissed in pain as he pinched my chin further, “Why are you doing this to me? I am your wife now!” A different glint of wickedness could be seen in his eyes when he heard those words. His tightly shut, straight lips formed a smirk as he said, “Really? You are not my wife but a f*cking substitute! For some money, you agreed to become my substitute bride!” His tone and gaze had disgust attached, and I couldn’t help but justify it.

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.”

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

His wife’s words took Jeff aback. He followed her to the bathroom and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He knocked softly and said, “Please open the door, Sweetheart, we need to talk.” Ava shook her head and replied, “I have nothing to say to you, Jeff. I feel like a substitute in my own marriage.” Ever since they got married, Ava had never called her husband by his name. An uneasy feeling overwhelmed Jeff. Jeff couldn’t believe his ears and asked, “What are you talking about, my love?” Ava opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. Tears were streaming down her lovely face.

With clear certainty. “You’re my wife.” W-what?

I warned sternly, watching her flinch. There was no such thing as irreplaceable in my dictionary. Everyone had something that made them stand out, true, but that didn't mean there wouldn’t be people who could do it better than them. Except my wife. She was the only definition of irreplaceable. Jessica grabbed her bag and scurried out of the house, the door closing behind her. One more loud laughter and I found myself storming into the kitchen. There he was, leaning in to whisper something into her right ear.

She smiled at Chris and said, "No. How could our married life be miserable? I’m happy now. I think I'm the luckiest woman in the world." "But you just said you wouldn't find a man like me again and dive back into misery," Chris said. Paige replied, "That's because you mentioned us getting a divorce, but why would we get a divorce unless it’s because we’re unhappy? Besides, I love you so much. I would never initiate a divorce. If you asked for a divorce, and I married someone similar to you, I would be in more pain. A substitute is always just a substitute, never a replacement for the real thing."

It was me. Leonard had never loved me. Every moment we shared, every kiss, every touch it wasn’t for me. It was for her. I wasn’t a wife. I was just a vessel. I was her substitute. A cage for her eyes. I couldn’t hold back the sob that tore through me. My chest felt like it was collapsing. “No.” I tried to push myself forward, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. I couldn’t stop shaking. The truth was too much. I took a step.