The Other Mrs Novels & Stories

As expected, Mrs. Jensen was no pushover. She charged straight from her hometown to Jovelle, wielding a wooden club thicker than her arm, and stormed into Vincent's parents' home without uttering a single word. I saw that debt-collection scene, which was nothing short of a farce, in a local news short. In the video, Mrs. Jensen's hair was disheveled as she maniacally smashed Vincent's security door with her wooden club. While pounding away, she wailed and cursed in her local dialect, demanding they compensate her for the "loss of her daughter's youth", or else she would die right there on their doorstep.

“Objection!” “Sustained. Mrs. Beckett, please refrain from any speculation.” “My apologies, Your Honor. But even if not from my speculation, I think what Mr. Lawrence presented today painted a rather clear picture of what was happening in my marriage. I trust that all of you can understand the reason why we are here at all.” Lawrence flipped to another section of his notes. “You stated that you’re the CEO for Meadow Lane. Is it correct that you’re currently experiencing a sudden hardship?”

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to leave without letting him know. I silently and carefully walked towards the door and tried to open it. The door was opened and I looked for my clothes but didn't find them . I ran towards the main gate and on my way I found an old lady. She stopped me and said, " young lady, where are you going without letting sir know. You go up and get fresh. I will prepare some breakfast for you." She told me to make myself at home and that I am really blessed that the master chose me as his woman. She also told me that I am the first woman other than her who had entered into Brent's living space.

I asked and then saw Greg entering the door. "Yes, what are you currently doing?" She asks. "Ahmn, cleaning?" I can't believe she didn't know from the feather duster on my hand. "Sweetheart, this is Madame Rouge. She will help us with your condition." Greg informed me. "Gregory, it seems that your wife is reverting into being a human. She's doing mundane things like them. Either that or…" Madame Rouge tried to gather her thoughts. She looks very young and beautiful. But since even Gregory called her madam, that means she's older than him. I still don't know their hierarchy since I don't usually attend their gatherings anymore. Greg gave me that option and I took advantage of it.

She didn't know but the woman was looking somewhat familiar. "How can I help you, ma'am!" The woman smiled, "Are you the sister of Xavier Night?" Lara nodded her head and smiled politely. "Don't you remember me, dear? I'm Mrs. Jones, Andrew Jones's mother!!" The woman named Mrs. Jones smiled warmly at Lara. The name Andrew Jones rang a bell in Lara's mind. Her face grew red remembering the rude man she met. But they may not be the same person. There are so many people named Andrew Jones.

Once we fucked enough times and boredom set in, letting her go would be as easy as all the other women. “There you are,” said Mari, breaking through the vicious thoughts coursing through me. “Oh, did you give him a reading?” “Of course I did. He’s my son-in-law.” Mrs. Wright patted my knee. “I hope you found that helpful.” My voice was strained as I replied, “So helpful. I never would’ve thought there was a squirrel inside me.” “A squirrel?” said Mari. “Yes, a purple one. Didn’t you know?” said Mrs. Wright.

Madison's POV I stood waiting for Mrs Rosaline by the doctor’s office, her presence provided a sense of calm and certainty amidst the chaos of the hospital. The door to the doctor's office creaked open, and Mrs. Rosaline stepped inside. I watched as she engaged in a conversation with the physician. She was not just any nurse; her expertise was renowned. I had seen her in action before, and her mere presence inspired confidence in patients and their families. I waited patiently, anxiety coiling in my chest. I wanted to know what the doctor had discussed with Mrs. Rosaline, to understand the details of the impending heart surgery. Despite my overwhelming fear, I knew that my mother was in capa

Vance? I am Mrs. Vance, for heaven's sake, and I am standing right here. What other Mrs. Vance is he talking about?

"And I don’t intend to start a family with a disrespectful woman, so maybe you should get a grip of yourself." Mrs. Maddy smiled slightly, clearly pleased with how Jace had stood up for her. Without another word, she turned and walked away, her footsteps light and purposeful. Sasha, on the other hand, fumed, her face contorting with frustration as she made a gesture that clearly expressed her displeasure.

’’ ‘’You are a friend, besides who else will I go to that indoor adventure place with? We remained silent for a while. ‘’Oh, did you hear about Mrs. Crosskill?’’ Marco asked. ‘’Which one?’’ Normally when people say Mrs. Crosskill, they would explain which one it was. Mr. Crosskill’s first wife, who was a teacher here or his new, hot, young wife who is an aspiring model but really she is just another bill because he always constantly had to be sponsoring her lifestyle. ‘’No, what happened?’’ ‘’Her roof caved in.’’