Taller Wife And Shorter Husband Novels & Stories

I suppose many would have called me a trophy wife. I had been a fashion model, tall, slender, with long blonde hair that turned heads. I met my husband Richard at one of the shows where I was working. He was a buyer for a major department store chain..considerably older, but handsome, charming, and successful. I was utterly smitten. We built a good life together. His promotions brought us a beautiful home and a very comfortable existence. I always knew the age gap..fifteen years..meant I would likely face widowhood one day. That day came.

“You don't have to love me.” Sophia's eyes flashed. “That's convenient.” “You don't have to sleep with me.” She looked at him sharply. “You don't have to pretend we're a real couple when we're alone.” Sophia remained silent. “And when the contract ends, you walk away with enough money to start your own life.” She looked down at the document. “How long?” “One year.” “One year?” “Yes.” “And after that?” “The marriage ends.” Sophia slowly reached for the contract. She read the first page and then the second.

RAINA My husband loves them small. The smaller you are, the bigger his desire. I knew this because he'd told me several times in the two-month courtship we had. I'm petite myself, just five feet two inches, so I thought he meant me. How stupid I was. We've been married for a month and immediately after our wedding, that very day, he left for a business trip. No honeymoon. No wedding night. Just a kiss on my forehead and a promise to make me happy when he returned.

" I said with a chuckle at Nishant's theory as Zeeshant rolled his eyes before shutting the phone and keeping it inside his pocket. ( In India the wife's sister is known to be the half- wife of her sister's husband. It's purely for fun purpose and not something serious.) (Gharwali- wife. Gharwala- husband.) Keeping my phone in his pocket he made me face him, still in his arms. "How am I gonna tolerate this little trouble " He said, looking at me with a small smile. "You have to. You're marrying this trouble." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

My boss and his wife are match made in heaven and I know that he loves her so much. Of course I know that my short and bland self cannot compete with her tall and beautiful body, although she is shorter than my very tall Boss with 6'3, but her height is very ok and nothing like my pitiful height. Since I'm 5'5, I think she should be around 5'10. I'm only sure of my boss's height but not the wife's…hahah. With my happiness overflowing, the hunger that I felt simply vanished and I had to force myself to cook because I want Hannah to eat when she returns.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

He asked for a hug which I gladly oblige. "I miss you wife!" He whispered then he kiss my temple. I softly hit him. "We're just together this morning!" He chuckled. “So what? I always miss you every seconds when you are not with me.” I rolled my eyes. "Liar!" I pulled him towards the sofa where the people who will do the costumes for the party is. "Good afternoon Mr. Ottave!" They said while giggling. I just shook my head. My husband is very handsome that’s why I’m so used to that kind of reaction.

I sighed in relief when I saw him nod his head in agreement. “Yes, that’s true but kitten, do you know what the sad part is? Huh?” He stalked towards me and my eyes widened. No! No! ” You are my wife and that’s not going to change. Never.” He said as he bent down and rested his forehead against mine looking in my eyes which held a promise. My breathing started coming out in pants which made him smirk. As if he won the battle. He knew he still had an effect on me. I craned my neck to look at him in his eyes. He was too tall. He always said that I was short even though I was 5′7.

Daniel's bedroom door was tightly closed, the sound of the shower still audible from inside. Alina's heart pounded as her hand touched the doorknob. This was her husband's room. She was his wife. She had the right to enter. But five years of marriage had taught her that certain rights had never truly belonged to her. Alina turned the knob slowly. Unlocked. The door opened soundlessly. Daniel's room was neat and minimalist—like a hotel room, not the room of someone living in his own home. No photos. No personal touches. As if he was ready to leave at any moment.