The German Wife Novels & Stories

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

She had just made me fall for her deeper and she had no idea. She excused herself from them right then and walked away. The man who had called himself her husband for years tried to go after her but was stopped by his real wife. Knowing who he was, in that moment I imagined the kind of freakish accidents I could make happen to them. But she was getting away. I pushed my body of the wall I was leaning on and pulled my hands out of my pocket. June stopped by an office that had her name on it, June Cross, head surgeon. My fucking girl.

She inquired in a tone laced with animosity, "How dare you disrespect my wife?" I inquired as calmly as I could, "She got what she deserves and I'm not going to stop until I've finally put her in her place," she responded, her voice sharpened by her hatred for my wife, "She's my wife Sophia and her place is beside me, you should accord her with the same respect you accord me," I yelled in response, but her voice was louder, "Never George, not when she is getting on my nerves," she replied,

She was small, energetic, and carried herself with the unmistakable confidence of someone who had earned the right to ignore her age. “There you are.” She embraced Elena warmly before stepping back. “I was beginning to think those important meetings had stolen you.” “They tried.” Elena laughed. “But I escaped.” Only then did the older woman notice Adrian. Her eyes narrowed with theatrical suspicion. “And who is this handsome stranger?” Elena looked momentarily uncertain. “This is my husband…” She paused almost imperceptibly before finishing. “…Adrian.” The hesitation lasted less than a second. It still reached him. Mrs. Alvarez welcomed them inside without another question.

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I bit my lower lip and wink at her. Suddenly, Cara cleared her throat. "Are you listening? Or you're just getting immersed by that witch?!" "No, I'm listening. And again, she's not a witch, but my wife." "You heard him? Tch!" said George confidently. Cara rolled her eyes upward and continued explaining the paperwork to me. But this evil wife of mine is giving me a hard time focusing. Ugh... it hurts to stop your own libido to strike. Can't help but get immersed in her tricks.

She was refined, soft-spoken, and diligent in her prayers. When his wife stepped out of the bathroom, Hans tested her once more. "Sweetheart, later we'll buy your favorite food, alright? That delicious Aussie beef stew from the market stall." Hans scrutinized the face of the woman he assumed was the fake Gwen. Naturally, Sienna shook her head. "I don't like Aussie beef stew, Hans. You're the only one who likes it." Hans quietly sought forgiveness from God in his heart. Clearly, the person standing before him was not the real Gwen. He felt like screaming out loud.

“I waited. I even wore that dress you bought me two years ago. The one still in the closet with the tags on.” He let out a sharp breath and sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees. “The merger. Calls with Tokyo ran long. I thought I could finish and still make it.” “Thought.” Sophia walked to the window and back. Her bare feet made no sound. She stopped in front of him. “You always think. Send those two words. Go to sleep. Like I’m a problem you can deal with tomorrow.” Adrian looked up at her. His jaw was tight. He stood up and moved closer. “You’re not a problem. You’re my wife. I built all this for us.”

Yoseph Ludwigh sneered, "I think you must have gone crazy thinking about men. How dare you pretend to be Archie Grafton's wife?" "I'm really his wife. If you don't believe me, you can call him and ask him." Emma immediately became anxious. The wife of Archie that they saw earlier must be Emily. Emma cried so hard that she could not stop herself from crying. She was just a substitute and no one would remember her. "It was not easy for us to get rid of those scourges, but we still let this one live." Yoseph's subordinate looked worried.

It seemed that he was starting to understand why the two of them decided not to use the Hermann surname. "Hey, how are you?" A pretty looking woman in a simple yet elegant dress leaned a little closer to Marie. Cecilia Esther. The only member of his wife's family who was invited to their wedding apart from his father-in-law. "As you can see. And I’ll tell you one more time, don't even mention to me about your lunatic idea. I won't give him to you no matter what," said Marie, sipping the champagne she had just taken from the table near them before they sat down earlier. He did not understand what they were talking about.