The German Wife Novels & Stories

"Where is my husband?" "Well miss, how would I know where your husband is? Do I look like I keep track of missing people?" the woman replied to her. "Marissa! Why are you--" an old woman came out from the dirty kitchen, "oh dear, senyorita, you're already awake." "Senyorita?" Marissa looked at her. "What are you thinking, child! That's Senyorito Demi's wife!" scolded the old woman. "Huh!" Marissa turned pale and approached her, "oh dear, senyorita, I'm so sorry.. I thought-- sorry."

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

the German began. "Don't even think about suggesting that we should live together. Adri's father is Oscar, and I don't want my son getting attached to you," she interrupted without looking at him. "I still think that would be the most normal thing to do. We were registered as husband and wife at the Civil Registry, and as such..." "I said no. I won't leave the apartment that Oscar bought, and you won't enter it." "Why are you so stubborn?"

“Since I’m your wife, I have every right to know about what happened to you!” “Oh?” Weylin arched his eyebrow amusingly. “You are my wife, huh?” He chuckled teasingly, looking at her intensely. “Aren’t you my husband?” She arched her eyebrow exactly like her husband, looking straight into his soul. “Huh? Y-yes,” Weylin stammered, being caught off guard. “O-of course I’m your husband.” “Exactly,” Garaine smirked. “And that makes me YOUR WIFE. Keep that in your mind. Now tell me what happened and who did this to you.”

“This way, please. Sir Wilhelm sends a message that you’re not to embarrass him by shying away in the balcony.” “Sure thing,” I grumbled sarcastically as I entered, annoyed by Wilhelm's lack of understanding of personal space. “Show me where we're going.” How could I embarrass Wil when people didn’t know who I was to him in the first place? As I went back into the room, I turned my head to the sound of all-too-familiar laughter. I blinked, confused by what I was seeing. I found myself standing opposite my husband—who happened to have a glamorous woman by his side, with his head tilted back in a boisterous laughter I had never seen him do in front of me before.

Tessa knew it was Berlin so she didn't even look at the latest movie. "No words for me? Yo bro you're so mean to me." Berlin ran over and immediately pushed Tessa's body off the couch before she sat down next to Tessa picked up Tessa's glass and took a sip of the vodka that was still there. "Stop with the drama berlin. Tell me what happened?" Tessa turned down the volume and looked at Berlin's flushed face. The woman seemed to be drunk but she still couldn't calm her nerves. "Harry... His wife gave birth to their first baby one month ago." Berlin chuckled, she had forgotten the love but the hatred would always be there.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

I walk into the building I get a lot of looks I head over to the reception desk. "Hello ma'am How can I help you?" A young girl at the desk asked. "Hi, I'm here to meet my husband Luca Lombardi," I say the girl looks me up and down "we get that a lot I'm going to have to check with Mr. Lombardi to see if you really are his wife and if he's expecting her," she says and then picks up her phone and begins to dial. "Hi sir there's a woman here claiming to be your wife," the girl says there's a pause I assume he speaking

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”