The Other Wife Book Novels & Stories

It was a very recent entry of Aaron and it was after a long period of the previous entry. 'Hie, after a long time I'm writing in it. I don't know how and why but my feelings towards my wife are intensifying. Oh, I'm sorry I didn't introduce her. Well her name is Shraddha Aaron Malhotra. She is an MBA gold medallist. She owns a café with her best friend. She is crazy. She is a prankster. She is childish yet mature. Yesterday she said I love you to someone. I know when we got married I was the one who said that we will not be husband-wife but will be friends. When I saw her hugging that stranger and telling him I love you, I was so angry. I felt possessive of her.

“I’m not her mistress. I’m her w-wife, I mean her husband’s wife.” The two women turned to look at each other like they were surprised. “Wife? Danielle never told us that her husband has married another wife.” The one in black said, glaring down at her. Not like is any of your business! Janette wanted to say but kept her cool. She wouldn’t want to make herself an enemy to Danielle’s friends or disgrace her. “I see. You look younger; are you even done with college?” Janette was already getting irritated with the noisy women. She opened her mouth to speak, but the woman spoke again. “Is your father one of the ministers in the state, or is he a well-to-do investor?”

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she opened the door, "I'm mad because I married you by force to protect my family and it turns out that, at the end of it all, I ended up being the trophy wife of a stupid alpha. -She slammed the door shut, leaving Nathan surprised. Booke went straight to the guest room, locking the door behind her. She wasn't going to sleep with Nathan that night until she got what she wanted, that was supposed to let him know she wasn't an omega who was as easy on alphas as he was. She took off her dress, leaving only her underwear and then slipped into the cold sheets. After an hour she heard Nathan's voice down the hall, calling out her name. She hid half of her face with the sheet and laughed. That wo

As I suspect the case may be with other wife watchers the idea came about as the result of the chance reading of a magazine. My wife and I were at a New Years party at the home of a friend and during the course of the evening I had occasion to use the bathroom. Next to the commode was a basket with some magazines so I pick up one to glance through while I took care of my business. I was idly thumbing through it when some bold faced type caught my eye - "Husband Watches Wife Take On All Cummers." I read the story and it was about a man who got off on watching his wife fuck other men. My first thought was, "What kind of man would watch his wife do something like that?" Not only that, but what

as his body didn't stiffen under her touch the way it did with mine. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his eyes closing briefly as if she was the only thing in the world that could calm him. I had decorated the room with love. Cooked with love. Dressed with love. For my husband. But in the end, only she could soothe him. Only The Other Woman could give him the comfort... ***

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

Just walked away from that table, from those people, from the sight of my husband treating another woman like his partner. The bathroom was empty. I locked myself in a stall and tried to breathe. This was my life. This was what I’d agreed to when I married Adrian. Trophy wife. Beautiful accessory. Woman who smiled and stayed quiet while her husband built his empire with someone else. My phone buzzed. Clara. **Clara:** *How’s it going?* **Me:** *Terrible. He’s treating Vivian like she’s his wife and I’m the mistress.* **Clara:** *Want me to come get you?*