The Fierce Wife Novels & Stories

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

Harris looked at Sia "And who do you think you are to say such things to us?" this time he was angry as he slammed his hand on the table making everything Diego who was asleep stir a little and seeing this Sia got angry "And who do you think you are to point fingers at my husband when your fools have jobs to do, but you are neglecting that...or perhaps are you doing this on purpose, huh?" when she spoke her voice stern so full of disease and once they heard wife, the men realized now who she was but didn't care she was just a woman how was supposed to be at home cleaning the house

she turned her face the other way. Oliver clenched his fist hard “You are coming home back with me whether you like it or not, now get up” he ordered “No” she said to him stubbornly “You know I can carry you out of here right?” “You want to take me home against my wish?” “Yes” “I'm your wife doesn’t mean you should take me home by force” “You should have known what you signed up for the day you decided to be my wife” “So now it’s my fault that I’m in this situation with you”

I could smell the acrid scent of urine as fear made her lose control of her bladder. "Where is my wife?" I asked one final time, applying the slightest pressure to the shears. "Please believe me!" Hot tears streamed down her face in rivers. "Please! That's all I….." I didn't wait for her to finish before the blade sliced through her finger and her screams filled the entire room. Right now, I was a husband who would burn the entire world down to find his wife. And anyone who stood in my way would pay the price—piece by piece.

She cut herself off. It didn't matter. I'd heard enough. My right hand found her wrist, the one holding the knife, and I gripped it with everything three days of fury and hunger and fear and love had left me, which turned out to be more than I expected. I pulled her hand away from my face. She resisted, stronger than me in theory, better fed, not strapped to a chair for seventy-two hours, and for a moment we were simply two people holding the same wrist in opposite directions, and the outcome was genuinely unclear.

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

She honestly believed exactly like Lucas and everyone else always thought… that I was weak, obedient, and cowardly wife who would simply swallow everything silently, cry privately, and accept everything helplessly without fighting or defending myself. But she was terribly, fatally, and painfully wrong. I looked straight deep into her eyes, feeling the burning mixture of anger, pain, and pure rage rising fast and violently deep within my chest, boiling my blood and clouding my vision completely red. All the years of suppressed pain, humiliation, and suffering suddenly burst out violently and uncontrollably all at once inside me. She wasn't just insulting me… she was insulting my marriage, my