Sweet Impact Wife Novels & Stories

My tires squeal and I slow down, holding the phone tight against my ear. “You fucking bastard! Where's my wife? If you lay a finger on her, I swear to God, I’ll rip you apart limb by limb. Don’t you dare touch my wife!” Damien chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, Liam, you’re a little late with that warning. I mean, your sweet wife has been very... accommodating.” His voice turns sickeningly smooth. “Did you know she smells like honey and vanilla? Damn, I could get used to that.”

he asked, his voice laced with confusion, his eyes darting between Stanley and Mia. The room fell silent, the only sound the soft beeping of the machines monitoring Luke's vitals. Mia's eyes locked onto Luke's, a mix of emotions swirling in their depths - sadness, compassion, and a hint of fear. She took a deep breath before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ava is your wife, Luke." The words hung in the air, a bombshell dropped into the midst of the chaos. Stanley's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling with the implications. Luke's face went blank, his eyes unfocused as he struggled to process the information, his mind racing with questions.

Kelvin knew he had lost so he decided to keep mute. Me Smith was a man in his late fifties, as soon as he saw the couples, confusion registered on his face. Before he could open his mouth to utter a word, Damian spoke out first, “ Mr. Smith, meet my lovely wife, Layla Wilson. We cut our honeymoon short because of your urgent request.”

I quickly turned my head to the side, pretending as if nothing had happened. Instead of reacting in anger, Celeste actually flashed me a smile. She faced me squarely and lifted a leg. Then, she positioned the showerhead beneath her to rinse herself, giving me an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. My jaw dropped. Was this how liberal she was, not seeing me as an outsider at all? When did my wife become best friends with her? I was in such luck! I watched Celeste, a smirk also playing on my face. At this moment, my wife had her full attention on her phone, completely oblivious to what just happened.

"I built it for you with real money and real connections, brick by brick. I put you on top of the world—not so you could stand up there and spit on me and my family." "No! That's not true! Ethan, I love you, I do! I just— I got blinded by the money! I cared too much about what other people thought!" Victoria was sobbing, shaking her head wildly. "You're so powerful—you wouldn't actually let me go to prison, would you? For the sake of our marriage—" "No. I'm not saving you." The words came out flat. They cut off her last hope. "Victoria, you brought every bit of this on yourself."

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

“You don’t have time for me? That’s rich.” I was about to reply, but then he hit me with words sharper than any fever. “This is just karma working,” he said with a cruel smile. “Maybe you’ll die soon, just like your sister. Who knows? I don’t feel anything for you—not even pity. In fact, it makes me happy to see you like this. Weak. Helpless.” I stared at him, numb. I didn’t know what to believe anymore. How could someone look me in the eyes and say something so vile? My own husband.

“CEO Damian Kade Can't Keep His Hands Off His Wife.” I scrolled further, my stomach twisting tighter with every headline. “CEO Damian Kade Accompanies Wife To Doctor's Appointment — Doting Husband Alert.” “Damian Kade Proves Love Still Exists.” “Should We Start Calling Him A Woman Wrapper? The Way He Looks At Her Is Everything.” The comments were even worse. “He looks at her like she hung the moon. I'm sobbing.” “Whoever this mystery wife is, she is the luckiest woman alive.” “Mr kade still hasn't shown her face and honestly the mystery is making this even more romantic somehow??”

Without another word, he walked past me and out into the corridor, leaving me entirely alone. I stood frozen in the quiet room, holding the wedding photograph in one hand and staring at Edward’s message on the screen. The woman in the picture had once looked at Liam as if he were her entire world. But somewhere along the line, she had made a deal with another man—a promise so terrible it terrified the man who loved her. And I had no idea what I had done.