Novel & Cerita The Other Wife Book

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

He said, and I actually busted out laughing, I couldn't keep myself from laughing, the dude really thought it was that easy. "Cross, whether you like it or not, we are married, if you wanna be with your mistress you should consider being on my good book then maybe I can set you free so you can be with her because let her move in, let her do whatever she wants, if we don't go our separate ways, she will only remain the other woman," I said. "Stop calling her my mistress, that's disrespectful and she is not your mate," "Then what should I call her? My husband's other woman? It's pretty much sound the same to me,"

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi

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.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

The blogs carried the news……newspapers, journals, influencers, they all hosted one title. “Billionaire wife in a vegetable state after an accident due to illicit affairs” It was captioned in block letters, so huge to ignore. Alfred did not hide his emotions during conferences and guest shows. “I still can't wrap my head around her affair and why she would do that. I was everything she ever needed in a man” he would say, one hand placed on his forehead and his eyes darkened with sorrow.