The English Wife Book Novels & Stories

Dad queried all of a sudden who is sitting in the center of the table on his wheelchair since he had a stroke. “I finished in Bachelor of Science in Business Administration, major in Marketing,” my Wife replied respectfully, and she immediately got her glass of water as nervousness get to her. I can tell that she’s getting nervous, so, I grabbed her hand under the table to calm her down or give her comfort a little bit. “Where do you live?” my elder sister questioned next, and I gave her a look because how dare she to interrogate my wife? “She lived in the Philippines, where we met. Please stop asking questions. Do not pressure her,” I spoke out so, they could stop asking my wife, who is hav

Evelyn said to me. “Yes, I am! Can’t I come here? As far as I know, your husband invited me.” I cursed her. “If you’re not my wife’s cousin’s wife, I might mistake you for my wife’s other woman.” “Excuse me, Evelyn! Even if I’m not the wife of your husband’s cousin, I’m not like anyone else who will do everything just so that she can have the man she likes.” “Are you referring to me?” “Did I mention a name? Did you get hit?”

she tried to stand up but was pushed back down by a kick from the woman. "Haven’t you heard? We don't need you in our lives. My grandchild will thrive without you, and we'll never accept you into our family as my son's spouse. Did you really believe my son loved you? You're deluded. Why do you think he kept seeing other women despite being married to you? Do you think he truly ended things with Jane? You're clueless! Robert only wanted a child from you, that's the truth. Now that we have what we wanted, we have no need for you. Leave and never show your face again," Olivia sneered, attempting to turn away, but Patricia quickly gripped her leg, preventing her from entering the car.

She said and ran out while picking up her call in the process, and Christian was left stunned, watching her leaving the café. He stood rooted in his place as if his legs lost the ability to walk, but the next moment, he dashed outside the cafe to question her but the cab left in front of him and he cursed under his breath, watching the cab from behind. “Author Scarlet? My wife?? What the fuck is missing??” He screeched, pulling his hair in frustration, and slammed his fist on the pillar. *** This is the second book in the series. Read book MY INDIAN WIFE before starting this book***

she says. We all giggle. "Here is a little something from all of us,"she says. She hands me a gift bag. I peep insides it. I burst into laughter. "You girls are naughty!" I say. "That's an exotic book. You ate are going to use with your husband to spice up things in the bedroom,"she says. Okay we don't usually get intimate note often with Brian maybe this exotic book is going to help us take things to another level. I am not complaining with my sex life. I am okay with how the things are in my bedroom.

“Damn the laws of England and the reading of their banns, you are my wife and as such you may call me whatever name you wish.” Elizabeth’s closed her eyes as the heat of Stephen’s breath brushed against her face and his voice caressed her ears. Her knees went weak, forcing her to lean against his solid chest for support. She could hear the beating of his strong heart as he put his arms around her and pulled her so close she thought she might break. She made no move to stop him. She felt as if she were in a dream that she never wanted to awaken from. Was he really claiming her for his wife? After all she had done, after all that had happened, did he still want to be her husband? What about Pa

The woman drank water and sighed once before answering, "Your... wife." The man was so confused, he did not believe what his woman had said to him. He pointed out all the dimensions in which he inculcated the case in his mind, even though Jane wasn't dead. Kate told him the whole story, shifting each real event into a fallacy. The statements appeared to be credible, but the man required confirmation because he had planned everything.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

"I bet he's just another influencer who wanted to film something at this estate. Too bad he couldn't get in. Now he pesters Miss LePenn about it like a pathetic fool. He probably thinks he can trick his way into becoming her boyfriend." I tightened my grip on the phone and ignored them. Sylvia's tone confirmed what I had suspected. She had cheated. We had been engaged for three years. No matter how busy she was, she had never hung up on me. She had never spoken to me in anything but a gentle, affectionate voice. The way she spoke just now was not normal. The laughter continued, feeding my anger. I called the city council. "Hello. I am reclaiming my estate. No one is permitted to use it for a

Her safety was my priority. “Can I come in? I know you English are very good at serving the perfect tea, I’d like to have some.” He didn’t bother hiding the contempt he felt for me. “Let’s go straight to business, what do you want?” I straightened up, still standing outside the door, “I’m looking for my wife, any chance you have seen her?” “What makes you think I might have seen your wife? Do you not take proper care of her? And the last time I checked you were only just engaged, I don’t think you have the right to refer to her as your wife.”