The Accidental Wife Novels & Stories

I didn't have time to think about it as the sound of heels on the floor echoed behind the two bulky men—unhurried. My gaze shifted over their shoulders, and my heart stumbled at the sight of Alan's wife. She held a glass of whiskey in her hand, completely at ease in an otherwise tense situation. And my lips moved, but she cut me off before I could utter a word. “Finally," she said, swirling the liquid in her hands. “I was getting bored waiting." Then she gulped down the liquid without flinching. “Grab him."

“Honestly? Probably not. You were barely alive, Dante. Your heart was failing. The doctors weren't sure you'd survive the transplant. And you wanted me to bring baggage into your recovery?” “Said baggage is my wife who was pregnant with my daughter!” I slammed my hand on the table, making the teacup and cutleries rattle “She has a name. Belle. And she's three years old. And she has no idea who I am because you decided my wife wasn't worth your time.” I had never been this frustrated at myself in my entire life. “She wasn't.” My mother's voice tipped a bit high. “She was the sister of the girl who was actually supposed to be part of this family. The sister who killed Ivy in that accident.”

Damn her! "Then," She continued her words from where she stopped, "Edwin faked an accident that killed his family, but in the actual sense, there was no accident. He ruined the family because he had a taste for power, and he needed their wolves. I don't know how the daughter and wife managed to escape." Wait, did she just say the wife escaped? How's that possible? Who is the wife? Where is my mother? She let out her laughter again and raised her head proudly, "Yes, the wife is alive."

What he and Vivian had caused. “It’s true,” I said simply. The guards exchanged glances. I could tell they didn’t believe me. I couldn’t blame them; I was a contract bride who had just stabbed her husband right after the wedding. For all intents and purposes, it would look like I had waited until the very moment our marriage had been legalized, and then I’d tried to take him down. But I maintained my stance. It really was an accident. After a moment, the guards seemed to receive a mindlink, and they turned away. “Wait here until the Alpha comes,” the large one said. “And no funny business.”

Protecting her from who exactly? "She is married to Jackson Amond. And those guys are his men” Adrian replied "Jackson?! Cole was frozen for some seconds “Jackson AMOND the popular guy? Why have I not heard about it?” “Remember we are not on social media. We don't even have a social media account. How are you going to know about it ?" "I can use G****e, right?" Cole pulled out his phone fast. He typed: `Jackson Almond and his wife` He scrolled. His face changed.

But even as I turned my attention to the game, I kept holding Sienna's hand. I glanced at her one last time. The woman I accidentally married and then fell in love with. My wife. My home. Our relationship isn't exactly perfect. Life itself isn't perfect but we have real happiness and that truly is what I consider happily ever after. THE END

We had been about to go home when she suddenly said, "Heath, let's buy some shrimp. Tonight, I'd like to eat the delicious shrimp boil you make so well." Back then, I had thought I had the perfect life. I had a baby who was about to be born and a wife who clung to me. However, at that moment, a rushing passerby knocked me to the ground. While trying to help me up, Simone fell hard and miscarried. That person was Shawn. Even though he wore a baseball cap and a mask, I recognized him instantly. There was no mistake about it. I had wanted to chase after him, but Simone cried and held me back.

“My problem with you is that you complain and nag too much. It's always Alexander that, Alexander this. You insisted I make you my wife ,so here we are now. Mrs Laura Alexander Martinez. This is what the life of a billionaire's wife looks like. Now I hope this gets into your thick skull,this will be the last time I’ll explain to you that what happened last night was an accident fueled by alcohol and poor judgment and it won’t happen again. Now let go.” “I’m not letting go of you Alex. Not until you tell me that you have fired that bitch? She yelled without care. “ Don't expect me to believe that cock and bull story. You transferred her here without telling anyone and even praised her work in

Security at the gates looked overwhelmed by the sudden media presence that had followed me here. I checked my reflection in the dark window one last time. The bruises looked even better under the fading evening light. My eyes were clear. My mouth was steady. I looked exactly like what I needed to be: the wounded wife who had been slapped, publicly discarded, and forced to watch her husband claim a child that wasn’t his, arriving to face the man who had done it. Julian thought he could announce his real wife tonight. He was about to learn that the only wife the city recognized was the one still wearing his handprints on her face.

The name lingered. She stepped closer, heels clicking against the floor. “I didn’t think I needed to.” Her eyes returned to Emily. “Now answer my question.” Silence. Then— Adrian spoke. “My wife.” The word hit the room like a shockwave. Lena’s expression changed. Disbelief. Then something darker. “…Your what?” Emily felt her heart pounding. This was it. The moment she had to play her role. She stood slowly. Then gave a small, polite smile.