Tattooed Wife Novels & Stories

She slapped his shoulder softly, and he chuckled. "You know we should not waste the opportunity", he whispered, and she laughed. "I am just kissing my wife," he said and automatically, her gaze landed on the tattoo on his ring finger. "Weirdo", she mumbled and smiled. She didn't need to feel jealous of anyone now. She already has everything in her life.

~Cassius~ The wedding looks dreadful, worse than anything I've ever seen. I slip the ring onto my husband's finger and he does the same, except he isn't paying any attention. I guess he doesn't want this marriage either. Vito's knuckles are covered with bruises and scraped skin. An inky 3D tattoo of a snake with its tongue jutting out peeks at me from underneath his sleeve.

A proud smile covers my face and I blink back the tears. “I have always told you how much I love you Veer, but today I want to tell you how much proud I am of my husband. You know when I got a tattoo on my shoulder it was because I wanted to be like one. I wanted to re-born like phoenix but still I couldn’t do it. I am still fighting even when I had my family and their support, unlike you who grew up all alone. You are truly a phoenix Veer.” A smile played on his lips while he looked at me amused. I wondered what joke did I said.

There is no shame or remorse in his eyes. God, did I really fell in love with this man? "How could you do this to me? " I screamed at the top of my lungs, my chest contractiong with pain. "Why are you making such a big deal of it. See, I have the same tattoo as you" He say as if it is the most normal thing and showed me his arm. 'I am my wife's property'. I satred at the tattoo in disbelief. God, he is crazy and why I have never seen this before?

The tattoo was that of a dragon same color same size everything matched perfectly, the woman riding on top of my husband was clearly not me. Her hair was red, but she had a clear pink heart on her bum which was not mine. And then there it was picture of my husband's face. My husband was there enjoying his moment with the red head woman who was standing before me smirking. "I needed that, I've been sexually frustrated for the past two days, I no longer feel comfortable having sex with my barren wife considering she's unable to have my child after trying for so long." I bit my lip holding back my tears as my husband spoke after climaxing.

She spread her legs and placed one hand on her left nipple before she bit her lips. "Hymenoplasty," She said as she continued to stroke her nipples. "That explains, i was confused for a second," I said and she smiled. She adjusted her hair and i saw a name on her neck. "Your boyfriend?" I asked as i pointed at the tattoo. "No, my beloved brother, i intend to visit him soon," She said. "That is funny in way, my wife also works with some guy named Damon," I said and I saw her expression change in a blink of an eye before smiled.

I immediately tell him the same story I've told everyone, since I have it memorized. "I don't buy it," Matt clicks his tongue. "And you're seriously going to tell me it was love at first sight? I know you, Sis. A tattooed, gorilla-faced guy is not so much your prototype of your ideal man." "Tattoos have nothing to do with it," I threaten Matt. "Not if you're a good person. And Levi is." "Is he?" Matt smirks. "Tell me more, please, about the virtues of your wonderful husband."

He chuckled at my indignation and then rolled his sleeves further and I saw that the ink spread from his arms upwards and maybe to his chest. “As a child, I always wanted to be a gangster and part of being that is tattoos so I got them first” He murmured. “What happened to your gangster career?” I teased. “I met Eleanor and everything changed” He said. I could tell by the faraway look in his eyes that Eleanor was his wife. “Eleanor is your wife, isn’t she?” I asked. “What happened to her?” “You know what happened to her… it was all over the news” He snorted.

The bright red rose was etched on the side of my neck, just below my ear. The tattoo was beautiful. But the beauty meant nothing to me. It was nothing but a reminder of my suffering. It was a reminder of him. It was a brand. A mark. A collar I had to wear because I was a bitch. My dear husband’s obedient bitch. I swallowed, watching the column of my throat move the longer I stared at the image. Fabiano caressed my tattooed neck softly. His fingers barely touched my skin, his touch was light as air as if the rose on my skin was not an image but a real rose and he was scared of damaging those petals.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.