The Good Wife Novel Novels & Stories

I got shocked for obvious reasons. “So, he killed both the man and his wife?” I asked horrified. “Yes. Why are women doing this to their husbands? Your man is busy working to get money, their wives are busy fucking young boys? Can you imagine the guy he caught her with is enough to be her child?” Douglas said. I pretended to be shocked. “Oh! That is so bad! No sane woman should do that. Imagine a woman as old as me parting her thighs to a young man enough to be her child? That is abomination!” I said.

To begin with, my debut novel is finally completed. I’d like to thank each and everyone who loved MY INDIAN WIFE right from its inception. The book is nowhere near perfect. It has grammatical errors, mistakes, and typos, but despite all the shortcomings, the love and support I’ve received from you all are heart-warming and something I’ll always cherish. Now that this story has reached its conclusion, it's time for Christian and Mishka to say goodbye. But goodbye doesn’t always mean the end. I’ll come back sometime later with Eric and Kiara’s standalone books. The spin-off of ‘My Indian Wife.’

If Daniel hadn't been by her side, her distressed state might have been no better than Delilah's. Wilfred clenched his fists, looking emotionless. "That's how it is!" Cindy wiped her tears, trying hard to keep her voice steady. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm an uneducated housewife. My husband was just an ordinary driver for the Newhouses... We were both manipulated by Mrs. Newhouses!

"What my wife doesn't know, won't hurt her." I glared at him but he didn't look appalled, disbelief settling over me that a man like him could even exist. "What kind of person are you? You have no respect for anyone or any idea of when you're overstepping your boundaries. People might think you're a high-class man but you're ​nothing more than a pig!" He stared at me blankly before going over to the balcony and leaning against a rail. "You're one to be talking about respect, a woman with no dignity or class who is only here because she caught the eye of the boss's son and got married for money. You know, where I come from, the word they have for a girl like you is a -"

The wife felt grateful for the miracle that happened in their relationship, and was thankful. Raisa turned the next page and it was already blank. That night after her in-laws' return to their hometown. Raisa decided to read a story, it had been a long time since she had read one. “Finally I can read a novel again. It's been a long time since I left this kind of activity. Maybe I will consider having a household assistant. So that I can focus on myself and Anya,” Raisa murmured looking at the stack of books she was reading.

It was a ghost from her past, haunting her in ways she had never expected. She needed money, but that wasn’t the real issue. There was something deeper, something only Caleb knew, that drove her forward. “I’ve endured this for so long. Four years since you buried Robert’s good wife. But she’s gone now. The good wife of the man who repeatedly betrayed me with Jane is gone. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be Jane?” she whispered bitterly into the silence, her voice tinged with resentment. *****

‘Thank you, good sire’ she said, playing along to the way I complimented her. I wanted to scream out to everyone that this was my wife, I know they know, but I don’t think they know how proud and happy I am that she is my wife. To them, this is just a business arrangement. To her, this is just a contract for her company, but to me, this was special, and I would do everything to make her see that. ‘I am so proud to have you as my wife’ I said in a whisper as I leaned in towards her ears. She flinched as I said those words and was a bit taking aback.

"Poor thing, covered in blood, and not a single family member or husband in sight." No wonder he had not mourned the loss of our child. He already had a new baby on the way with another woman. The truth cut deeper than any blade, threatening to tear me apart. Seeing my dazed expression, William frowned and questioned me, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy about Emily's pregnancy?" Did my husband really expect me to smile and congratulate him and another woman on their child? Helen tugged at William's sleeve and whispered, "She had just lost her baby—"

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."

she asked, getting right to the point like kids do. "A little nervous, princess. What if I'm a bad husband?" Emma climbed onto my lap and put her arms around me. "Daddy, you've been practicing being a husband for a whole year. You make Mommy coffee every morning, you help me with homework, you dance with her in the kitchen when she's cooking." "That's practice?" "That's what husbands do. They help their wives be happy every day, not just sometimes." Emma was so smart. "Mommy practiced being a wife too. She learned how to let you help instead of doing everything herself."