Romans & histoires Substitute Wife

He wanted her so badly that he was willing to lose the bet they made concerning getting intimate. "This is one of the reasons why I can never bring myself to love a man like you." Thea shouted and Ethan instantly stopped his actions and he stared at her observingly. "You are my wife. I have every right to want to be with you." He declared. "Replacement wife!." She corrected harshly. "You were supposed to get married to my sister but I was made to replace her, Ethan. I am not your real wife." She reminded him. "Well, I got married to you,You are my wife. Only you deserve that title because I love you." Ethan confessed.

Her words echoed in the air, and everyone around exchanged glances, nodding in agreement, unsure how to react to the tension. “Why is the boss getting angry at madam? I thought he'd be happy she's back.” “Shh, don’t say anything if you value your life. Let the boss hear you, and you might not leave here in one piece.” My wife? I almost scoffed at the word that left her mouth. She wasn't my wife, and she certainly wasn't my Emily. My Emily had died a year ago in an accident orchestrated by her father. This woman before me was just a replacement, and a replacement didn’t have the right to touch me—especially not when I despised being touched.

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.”

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.

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

Her lips curled up in disgust instantly and she screeched like tires on the asphalt. “What the fuck?” I stood frozen, taken aback by Aria's venomous tone. "How dare you bump into me?" she spat, her eyes flashing with disdain. "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm trying to walk here?" She sneered at me, her lip curling up in disgust. "You're roaming around this house like you own the place, like you're some kind of queen. Newsflash, sweetheart: you're not. You're just a...a...nobody. A pathetic little wife who can't even begin to understand the intricacies of our family's business dealings."

“W-Wait, dad. Are you telling me to just let that stupid man touch me whenever he wants to? Is that what you mean?” “Charlotte Greene is his wife, and in his eyes, there is nothing wrong about that. Just bear with it, Carmine. This is the only way we can save the company, after all. If Sylus Crivello finds out that you are not his missing wife, we are doomed. We will be thrown in the dungeons.”

the scent made me know who it was as he placed a hand on my shoulder, followed by my other husbands. Wife. I'd never get enough of that word. The word ‘Mate’ was sweet enough, but ‘Wife’—it was pure bliss. “I love you more,” I uttered in a whisper, my heart swelling with happiness.

I gave it a thought, stroking my chin to let it sink in so it'll make sense to me. “Wow, I never thought that." Sarcasm reeking from my tone. “It's just… it's too bad I don't love him anymore and it's too bad I was friends with someone too stupid enough to not realize I'm not doing this for revenge. It's purely business" I waved my hand. “But. Speaking of who he would have chosen… let's not forget. You're having the privilege of being his substitute wife because of ‘his’ so called child.” Sophia's jaw tightened.