Taller Wife And Shorter Husband Novels & Stories

"I have a beautiful son." "And a beautiful wife," Kevin finished for him with a smile. "Yeah, it’s just that things with her aren’t great. How do you and Laura make it work? You’ve been together for as long as we have, and you two seem more in love every day. Is it because you weren’t married before?" "Stop talking nonsense! I feel even closer to Laura since we got married. It’s different because we’ve only been living together for a month, and we don’t have a kid. But it’s not marriage that ruins relationships—it’s the people in them."

A perfect Diva! What wasn’t complimenting her was her husband, sitting like a potato on the couch and drinking champagne like it’s his last day on earth. I saw her and she looked at me too, I glared directly in her eyes and perhaps she also likes my dusky, oval-shaped face and slim fit in a tuxedo, I am tall 6’2 and she probably will be 5’7 can be a good match and if pairs are made in heaven, not in china then we can have a guarantee as well for a long future together.

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

“They are arguing about Mr. Ellis’ mistress.” I raise my brow at that. It should be the other way around, right? Still curious, I go with her. I see the bitch Hilda acting all hurt. She is talking to a… damn… a short, pudgy man with 35 inches waist. His hair is also thinning and gray. “Is that Mr. Ellis?” I ask. “Yes, that’s her husband.”

“Complicated how?” He hesitates. “Emily. My secretary. She’s pregnant.” “How did that happen?” Ryan chuckles. “Is that a trick question?” “No. I’m asking how things progressed to that point.” Ryan rubs the back of his neck. “Julie—my wife—and I… we agreed to an open marriage. It was supposed to fix things, you know? She was distant, and I thought… maybe we needed something new. Something different. But the second I brought Emily home, Julie lost her mind. She went ballistic.”

I rumbled on. “Yes sir I understand.” Gary said seriously like he was in an interview. “Good, well you see, this my friend, he is married and his marriage just started to feel amazing, if you know what I mean.” “Of course I do. I have been married too for a very long time if you ask me.” Gary said with a wide smile. Good, I thought, adjusting more in my seat. “Okay, but this my friend, his wife is a twin and they are identical. Just different eye color and character.”

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

“Clause fifteen. You remember it, don’t you? 'Cohabitation optional unless publicly required.'” She turned to face him now, robe loosely tied at her waist, her eyes sharp. “Well, George… our wedding photos are already trending. The board will expect us to live together. To act married. And that includes… appearances.” He clenched his jaw. “That doesn’t give you the right to invade my space.” “I didn’t invade,” she replied smoothly. “I adapted. Isn’t that what this arrangement is about?” He took a step closer, eyes blazing. “You didn’t have to strip in front of me.”

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

In this moment, he was my husband, and I was his wife. The rest could work itself out. All I cared about now, was enjoying the way he made me feel. I no longer felt like a mother or a sister. I felt like a woman who was desired. Running my hands up his chest, I placed them on his shoulders, pulling myself up more until I was standing on the tips of my toes. He was much taller than my five foot three height. I wouldn’t have thought that under the suit he wore there was so much muscle.