The German Wife Novels & Stories

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

Gertrude watched as her 'daughter' left her sight, and her mood started spiraling out of control as she got up anxiously to try and get on stage to chase after her daughter. Edgar had anticipated she would do that, so he grabbed his wife just in time and said, "Don't go anywhere, Gertrude. Emily won't leave again." After comforting his wife, he turned around and instructed the servants waiting beside him, "Get 'Consort Aileen' to come here right away!" "Yes, sir." The servant responded and went immediately.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

When they saw Damian, they immediately stood up with enthusiastic expressions. "Finally you're here!" exclaimed a blonde-haired man with a thick German accent. "We were almost out of wine!" Damian laughed, letting go of my hand to shake theirs one by one. "Sorry to keep you waiting. I had to pick up someone very special." All eyes turned to me. I felt their gazes studying me with curiosity. I tried to smile warmly, even though I was a little nervous. "Let me introduce you, this is my wife, Alissa," Damian said proudly. "Alissa, this is Hans from Germany, Klaus also from Germany, and Jean from France."

"French, German, now English... Oh, and also Elwin." I couldn’t bring myself to mention his Nigerian wife, Jeneta Agu, standing elegantly by his side. She was watching me closely, her almond eyes sharp, as though she could sense the tension thrumming just beneath my skin. Jinhai chuckled, breaking the moment. "What? Is that a bad thing? I’ve got a foreign wife too, after all. Your mother is Canadian, remember?" He smiled at Jeneta, who leaned into him effortlessly like they were carved from the same stone.

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Wendy’s grandmother said. Natalia let the woman in, only because wasting time to argue would make her lose time and Delilah had to be with someone quickly. She also knew that the woman would not go if she was asked to. That was now stubborn she was. “I am sorry. I knew about my grand daughter and your husband— I mean, ex-husband—” Natalia shook her head and gave a small smile. “Late ex-husband.” The older woman’s eyes widened. “What? How? What happened to him?”