Novel & Cerita The Fierce Wife

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Tia says. “I am sorry you went through so much. I saw what he did when you got out of the van. He is a real bastard,” I say. “My sister went through more than I did. Craig liked her a lot, and his disgusting wife wanted to have sex with Fia. She would touch her and fondle her. I think the fact Craig was so infatuated with her made the wife angry. She would beat her with anything that she could get her hands on, I hate them,” Tia says.

I pulled Iris behind me and shouted at the two of them, "Get out! Or I’m calling the police!" Fiona looked at me, then at Iris behind me, her expression unhinged. In the end, she lost control and raised her hand, trying to strike Iris again. I grabbed her wrist and said coldly, "Enough. Because you’re a woman, I’ve shown you respect. But you don’t get to lay a hand on my wife." Fiona froze, then began screaming hysterically, "You’re not allowed to call that loose woman your wife!" After that, everything devolved into chaos. I shielded Iris while Fiona vented her fury like she’d gone mad.

He was so tall compared to her and with that huge frame he was intimidating her but she won't back down easily. "What is this behavior?" She growled lowly and he suppressed his smile. She was a vicious little tigress and he loves this feisty side of her. "Can't a man talk to his wife?" He asked and her glare intensified as she stepped closer to him. Raising her hand she poked her index finger at his chest. "I'm not your wife," She gritted out and he smiled, making her even more furious. "You're my wife, tigress. You can deny it all you want," He mused as she gritted her teeth. He was making her blood pressure rise to a great extent.

"You must excuse my wife, Inspector; I fear she is given to fits of increasingly fanciful eccentricity." "Come now, Mr Xakatha; whose wife is not?" "It is a curse, I think, that their sex must bear. The shock of moving has frayed her nerves immensely!" "Ah, I would imagine so- a large move is hard on the strongest of minds." They talked over her as if she were a dog; a little pet that trots submissively alongside its master, dumb and mute. And Liziwe stood with her head bowed in her husband's shadow, quietly seething, allowing the words to fuel a future vengeance she would take.

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.

"How dare you hit me? I'm the rightful wife, and you're just a concubine…" As her furious gaze met Fiona's icy, merciless stare, a chill ran down her spine. The words on the tip of her tongue were suddenly swallowed back. Fiona had always been obedient and submissive. Why was she so terrifying right now?

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

She had trapped him. The cold fury that had been simmering inside him all day exploded into a silent, white-hot inferno. The world narrowed to the two figures in the clearing—the woman who was his wife, looking at another man with open relief, and the wolf who had taken everything from him, now standing there with arrogant ease. The fragile truce of the day, the carefully constructed performance, it all vaporized, leaving only a raw, horrifying rage.