The German Wife Novels & Stories

Mrs Helvig didn't know what he would think of her very passionate indirect confession of love for him while she defended his honour. "Unlike my husband, I do not think that you and my daughter are unacquainted although it is strange that she never once mentioned you. That ring on her finger, did you buy it?" Tynan blushed. Leave it to a mother to be so observant about the littlest things. He didn't know if Mr Helvig saw that ring on Laura's finger but it wouldn't surprise him if the man didn't notice it until Laura brought it up. He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration.

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.

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

David said, and he let his mother inside the house. Geneva looked around the house when she noticed an unfamiliar woman coming down the stairs. She was wearing a white round-neck t-shirt and gray jogging pants that she used to wear at the university. Geneva raised an eyebrow. “And who is this woman? Is she your new servant? Why isn’t she wearing a uniform?” she asked David. David went to the end of the stairs to help Mariane go down, which made Geneva frown. “Mom, I would like you to meet my wife,” David announced, which made Geneva widen her eyes out of her shock.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

She was always diligent about applying sunscreen and wearing hats, even in the middle of the winter. Yes, it was my wife alright. She didn’t seem heartbroken anymore. Her smile was radiant, her eyes twinkling, and whoever she glanced at must have been important to her. It was that peculiar look she had for people she loved or cared about. The soft look and intimate smile played on her face. I studied the picture, noting a sign behind her. Zooming in on it, I tried to read it. See You Festival, Freiburg. Germany? Was that where my wife was hiding?

He didn’t even care if the blonde woman glared at him like her eyes would fall out soon. “Wolfram, are you really going to let your wife run her mouth all night?” Zenon glared at Wolfram, who even tried not to choke when Delta spoke earlier. Wolfram only sneered. “As much as I know, Wolfram is my name, not yours.”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

A sound that made my blood run cold. A woman's laugh. Breathy. Intimate. Then Adrian's voice: "Shh. She's probably still asleep." No. No, he wouldn't. Not here. Not in our apartment. But I already knew he would. Because I'd seen this before. In my first life, in a different place, but the same scene. The same betrayal. I stood slowly, silently. Crept to the balcony door, which I'd left cracked open. And looked inside. They were in the living room. Maribel was bent over the arm of the couch, her leggings pulled down to her thighs. Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure.

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.