Novel & Cerita Substitute Wife

"Wife? That's ridiculous. Have we been living as husband and wife all this time? No, that's just you not being a husband to me, while I have been behaving like a wife, even though you never appreciate it." William was silent; what Laura said was true. He had always been cold to Laura, whereas Laura had always positioned herself as a wife. "If you want a divorce, I agree. After all, I'm just a substitute, right? And you never wanted me either! Please divorce me, William Anderson!" Laura said firmly. "I will never divorce you!" William's emphatic denial made Laura laugh, as if what he said was just nonsense. "Hahaha... you're so funny... not divorcing me, then, Michelle? Will, I've already sac

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.

Blurb. The Substitute Wife. I married a man who detests me, right from the day my mother forced me into the union he never once looked me in the eyes, Samuel would rather fuck other women in our matrimonial bed than let me come anywhere close to it. Then one night, it happened, he came home drunk like he always did, and just when I tried cleaning him up the way I always do. He grabbed me and made love to me, that was the best thing that ever happened to me, now I'm pregnant and I'm very sure the baby isn't is cause I had been fucking the neighbor for a month now.

"Of course I'll divorce her, now that you're back. She was just a substitute wife who took your place. I married her for a reason. Because—" Before Morgan could finish his sentence, Fiona kissed him. Outside the door, Alice was shocked to hear all of this. She had just realised that all this time, she had only been considered a substitute wife. "So I… all this time… I was just a substitute wife for you, Morgan?" Alice couldn't bear to listen to the bitter truth any longer. She immediately left the place.

“That wasn’t a suggestion.” “I don’t care,” she shot back. “I’m not moving into your room.” “Yes, you are.” “No, I’m not.” The tension snapped into place again. Aria crossed her arms. “You don’t get to decide everything,” she said. “I already have.” Her jaw tightened. “This is exactly what I mean,” she continued. “You keep controlling me like am your puppet” You are my wife.... he replied calmly. Her eyes flashed. Your substitute wife.... For a moment—

“And yes… we’re supposed to have sex as married couples do. It’s… it’s part of the bond. “Part of the intimacy. I didn’t mean to hurt you by it. I didn’t mean for you to hear us like that. I didn’t mean for you to feel so… left behind but just try to understand. I need to be intimate with my wife” “My wife. My wife. My wife!” Elena screamed, slamming her blind cane against the floor with every word. “It’s always about your wife! What about me, Leonard? Am I not important? Do I mean nothing to you? I’m sick of hearing my wife like I’m invisible, like I never mattered at all!” Finally, she swallowed hard. “I’ll be in the guest room,” she whispered, turning her back to me. “I won’t bother you a

Now, I realized she would have left me, and we wouldn’t be here. “I’m not proud of what I did or didn’t do. But I’m glad you stayed with me. I would have regretted losing you.” I watched Maria as she sat there, and I recognize you and consider our location. You’re mine still. Okay, you aren’t my girlfriend. But you’re my wife.” “That’s another thing David. How did you go from I’m replaceable to you’re my wife and nothing will change that?”

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********

Perhaps a more immediate solution? Don Andrzej raised an eyebrow, a silent invitation to continue. "Marriage is a complicated affair. Are there no alternatives?" I questioned, a hint of frustration seeping into my voice. Don Andrzej's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding replacing the icy glint. "A wife," he said, his voice softer now, "is not just a womb, Alexei. She is a partner, a confidante, a rock in the storm. She can be your anchor, your shield, the mother of your children and the queen beside your throne."