The Other Wife Novels & Stories

Why? "Why? Did you and your girlfriend have another fight?" "Are you dense?" he retorted, causing my jaw to drop. "What?" "Do you realize you're the only wife who doesn't seem to care if her husband is with other women or not? You're also the wife who's oddly comfortable even when her husband is openly fooling around. You even keep pushing me toward Wendy, don't you? You're the one who arranged our first contract, right? You're really clueless, aren't you?"

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

"What about his wife?" "Apparently, there's no record about you nor your name." "But you mentioned he had three kids. What about the records of his wife?" "... The woman old paps loved was missing. So he had another wife named Hrista. She bears old paps a son who looks like him too." "What...?" "... Which one were you asking 'what'?" "It's normal for a person to have another partner when the previous one is gone," Afvshaganifs teases.

“How does it feel to cry yourself to sleep every night knowing your husband is with me, making love to me?” “Listen, I don’t know who the fuck you are, but you don’t talk to my girl like that. You’re the only one who is happy to be the other woman. She’s his wife publicly, but you’re just a secret woman that nobody gives a fuck about.” Catherine says venomously, which makes Christine laugh hysterically. “You’re such a dumb bitch. Where did you think he was on your wedding day? He was getting married to me, and he made love to me that night.” She says, showing off her ring.

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

I know you're out with your friends and all that but darn I miss you woman. I smiled before darting my eyes to another one.. KATHY❤💯🌈: So I was watching this other movie.. I forgot the name.. but that woman who happens to be Cameroon Diaz was dating the most perfect guy ever.. only to discover that he was actually married.. I know insane... So she teams up with the wife and they find out that he is cheating on them too.. yeap it's chaos..but the point is.. the wife reminded me of you.. she was cute, innocent and an idiot.. just like someone I know😏😏😉😂😂.

The nurses' hushed conversation drifted to my ears. "How pitiful. You really have to be careful who you marry! Look at the other wife next door. She just has a shallow scratch on her foot, and the boss is beside himself with worry. Look at this woman. She's miscarrying, and her husband is nowhere to be found..." The anesthetic pulled me into thick darkness, letting me forget the piercing pain for a moment. However, for the hurt Dante caused me, not even powerful anesthesia could make me forget it. In my dreams, I seemed to return to that warm moment this morning.

I say this while looking each of them straight in the eye, especially that idiot who thinks I don't see how he looks at my wife. At the table, we have: Lucifer and his wife, the general and his wife, Marco and his wife, Philippe and his girlfriend, Fernandez and his girlfriend, Mr. Alberto Robertson and his wife, the royal eagle and his wife, my business partner Hector Hamilton, his brother, and their wives. I feel like we're forming one hell of a family, just like my wife has always wanted. I love seeing her happy; I love that smile that lights up her face and brightens my day.

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.