The Other Wife Book Novels & Stories

“Then tell me.” I closed my eyes and let the words tumble out, heavy and raw. “Do you know what it feels like when your own husband doesn’t see you as a wife anymore? When he brings other women into your own bed, our matrimonial bed and lies with them as though you don’t even exist?” Elena froze, her mouth parting, but I pressed on as the memories spilled too fast now.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.

Slowly, hesitantly, I lifted my head to meet the gaze of the person standing before me, and to my astonishment, it was Ignacio, my Spanish husband. A myriad of emotions flooded my being, and for a moment, I felt frozen in disbelief. My eyes widened, and my mouth slightly agape, unable to find the words to articulate the confusion and surprise that engulfed me. Ignacio's expression mirrored my own, his brows furrowed and his eyes searching for answers. In that suspended moment, the convergence of two worlds collided, leaving me to grapple with the tangled web of my past and present. The implications of this unexpected encounter were far-reaching, and the realization of my dual existence as bo

Two days later Kirsten Herrington POV My sister’s wedding reception was a complete bust. I spent most of the day texting plane girl. She kept texting me facts and I kept trying to find it. I finally found her book two days ago. its really romance and no one has died yet, but I kept on it. It was about a couple meeting in a club they had sex, like really steamy sex. God the way she described it, I couldn’t help myself. I was half chub at the thought of doing that with her. she’s very descriptive and almost leaves nothing to the imagination.

And I can't do anything to stop them and I feel that I get jealous and when the time she sees me she suddenly looks away and I didn't see her again, I feel like she's hiding from me, I admit I only used her, I seduce her because of her name! She has the same name as my wife, when I was 18 I was already madly in love with my wife but that feeling was suddenly gone, I know this feeling was a good intention, might my heart is telling me the truth but were 5 years married already. The day I held my wife at the first time we meet was the same feeling I get every time I was with my secretary. That's why I choose her to be my other woman. The other woman who filled the emptiness I was feelin' the f

and smirk at him. There is no way out from here. HELLO people Please check my new book, which is "MR PRESIDENT I DO " iTS ABOUT the husband doting his wife after there forced marriage.

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

"Is that her? … The first wife, right?" "Isn't she the one that got accused of murder?" "Damn...that's Xavier’s ex-wife? Are they officially divorced?" "She looks nothing like I imagined!" First wife. Ex-wife. No one seemed entirely sure what to call me, and I found that I enjoyed the uncertainty. It gave me an odd sense of control. I lifted my glass and took a slow sip, letting the sweetness of the drink settle on my tongue as I absorbed the ambience. Then they started coming.

No one acknowledged me beyond quick, nervous bows. I was the Mafia Prince's wife. The newest acquisition. Something to be wary of but not engaged with. I found myself drawn to the library. Floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, leather chairs, the smell of old paper and expensive scotch. A room that felt lived in. Real. I ran my fingers along book spines. History, philosophy, military strategy. Fiction mixed with fact. Someone in this family actually read. Actually thought. "Finding everything satisfactory?" I spun. A woman stood in the doorway. Older, maybe fifty. Elegant gray suit, hair swept into a perfect chignon. She looked like money and authority and absolutely no nonsense.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!