The Cherished Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Charity replied while suffocating, “Despite having a wife, he chose to keep a woman who resembles his ex-girlfriend by his side. He’s trying to bully Catherine who has never seen Sarah because she’s not from here, huh? He feels nostalgic, right? Since he can’t get over Sarah, why did he decide to marry Catherine? To trick her? You guys are all scumbags.” “Shut your mouth. You know nothing.” Chester directly pulled her up and threw her into the fountain beside him. When the freezing water touched her skin, she almost suffocated from the cold. “You should be fortunate that I’m the one sending you off. If it were Rodney or Shaun, the consequences you’d be facing now would be much worse.” Cheste

Every hardship along the way was etched into my memory. She was, by all accounts, a devoted wife. After we earned our first real fortune, the very first thing she did was hold the wedding we'd once missed. She even had a ring custom-made for me. The diamond was not big, and there was a faint crack running through it. Even so, I always treasured it like a priceless heirloom. And yet, this same woman, praised by relatives and neighbors as the perfect wife, did the one thing that chilled me to the bone.

I wanted to lie flat on her tongue and feel it move as she apologized again…and again. “I just thought you were being harsh to your best friend.” “My issues with Damien are none of your business. Stay out of it.” “I’m your wife…your issues are my business.” I always got off on the way she said her title, the way she called herself my wife. “But you don’t have the right to tell me how to feel about it. I spoke to Damien when I was ready. It had to be on my terms.” Her fingers continued to caress my chest. “Is that true? What you said…?”

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

Nothing would stop me from going inside to see her, even if I had to use force or break the rules. “What are you doing here, Merrin?” Daniel’s voice chimed in from behind. I turned and met his gaze. He was walking lightly toward me. Standing before me, he asked again, “To what do we owe the honor of your visit?” “My wife!” I growled. “I want to see my wife and leave.” He shook his head, pretending to be confused. “What wife? There are no wives inside this mansion except for my grandma and my mother!” I gritted my teeth, wiped my face, and roared, “Don’t play tricks with me, Daniel!” I grabbed him by the collar, causing his men to surround us, but he waved them off. “Take it easy, guys. Mr. M

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

The sweet aroma calming his nerves, Cazer looked down at Chiri as he continued through the corridor. Arriving in his chambers, there was little to suggest that this was the first night of their married life together aside from a few candles and a bottle of wine. Blowing out a few of the sparse candles as he walked past, Cazer placed his wife on the silk bed linens. Stepping back, he sighed vexedly, as he regarded her drawn face and diminished figure lying among the sheets. He was not sure whether it was a meaningless lust, like he had for other women or something else he had not yet experienced. However, Cazer wanted his beautiful stubborn wife more than she might ever know.

Charlie with his homely wife, gorgeous as a rose in the sunset and fiery like the thorn. He was one hundred percent sure he would never have another woman in this lifetime. He loved her with all of his heart, not for just her looks but her personality and her heart of gold that made her a gem. But still, looking and admiring another woman wouldn't kill him. He liked the look of the new Jessica. He wished he could just have her too. But it wasn't in him. He was faithful. His temptation never got the better of him. He would just admire the view from a distance. Look but not touch was what Charlie did.

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

I kept telling myself to cherish what I had, but I couldn't help but miss Chloe. "I tried my best to be a good husband and a good father. Everything was fine on the surface, but I felt like I was betraying Chloe even by touching Marina's mother. I used to think I only needed to fulfill my responsibilities and maintain the marriage, that it was fine even if I didn't love her. "But no matter how well I treated or respected her, it didn't change the fact that she became frail as the days passed. "Women are like flowers, and the love of a man is the nutrients they need. In the end, she died of depression.