The Other Wife Novels & Stories

Everyone turned to Mark, who grabbed his wife's arm and roared at them all in a disapproving tone: Larissa did not keep me away from her and it is impossible for her to do what you accuse her of. My wife is a righteous woman and she did not seek after my master and she is his fiancée, so how can she do it while she is another wife!!!!??? and he is another husband!!!??? "Mark!!!! Take your wife and fix what's between you, I don't want to hear more complaints from either of you and Larissa tell your husband what you have"

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,"

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.

She took off her damn clothes, thinking seduction was the key to employment. And I won’t lie—I’m human, and of course I got hard just staring at her luscious ample breasts. It took all my will power to look away, but my fucking cock had other plans. Even though she’s got a body that could bring a priest to his knees, I can never bring myself to cheat on my wife. I love my wife, and no amount of temptation is worth losing Megan. I don't think I'll survive if she ever decides to leave me someday.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

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.

“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

She admired the transformation, although it only added little to her beauty because naturally she was a ravishing beauty. “Everyone should leave the room.” She commanded imperatively, making Charlene look back. None of them hesitated before leaving the room. The fear and respect they had for her when she was his wife was burning in their hearts. Henrietta walked majestically to her and stood in front of her. Charlene didn't know who she was, she only stared back without moving her lips. “Didn't he tell you he has a wife?” The question was enough to convince her that the lady standing in front of her was Richard's ex wife. Charlene mustered courage to talk. “Only heard of his ex wife, he once

He needed someone different, someone better, someone who matched his status and could help him achieve more in his professional life and build a strong status and Leah was not just that person. Still, he asked, “Why? Why do you want this?” At that moment, Leah could see a trace of hope, almost as if he still wanted her, but it quickly faded away. Maybe if he hadn’t said those words with another woman holding on to him so tightly, she would have wanted him back. But as painful as this was, it was clear that if she stayed, she was just going to become the other woman in her marriage.