The Other Wife Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"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

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

"Adalyn Milo?!" "Yeah?" He replied slowly, raising a befuddled eyebrow at her. "Geez! Where's his office?" She shouted. "There." He jerked his thumb to the door of Fred's office. "Wait. You can't go in, it's..." He warned but she ignored him and stormed to Fred's office. "Jayda Black, my legally married wife." She heard Fred say. "Jayda Black? I know that crap. How could you stoop so low to marry such a gold digger?" Adalyn's voice bounced on Jayda's brain like a volcano as it made her head boil.

“Bella… I appreciate it. But this is a digital battlefield. Ryan and David are already knee-deep in it. What I need from you is focus on Lila, on your firm. Please… don’t worry about this.” He meant it as reassurance, but it landed like a dismissal. Like she was being gently pushed out of the room she once shared with him. She wasn’t just his wife. She wasn’t just someone to be protected. She was sharp, strategic, capable. And yet here she was, treated like a distraction instead of a partner. That night, their bed felt like an ocean. Jason lay restless beside her, tossing with nightmares of betrayal and sabotage. Bella lay still, staring at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down into her hai

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

"You came along and I fell deeply in love with you and I married you as it's the right thing to do.Why then do you call yourself the other woman?" "Because even though Stephanie is in the wrong... she's still your wife.Your first wife." "No." he replied with a deep frown on his face.Diana saw that the conversation was now heading the wrong way. However she didn't say the wrong thing did she? "I have only one wife," his brows knotted "She's Diana Edward Collins" It felt good..but hard to believe. He turned to her. "It's up to you whether to believe or not"

Ellen would never forget how she knelt on the floor beside the other woman with each of their husbands standing in front of them. Bob and the other man stroked each other's cock until they both came in their respective wives faces. Both wives were amazed at how hard their husbands came in each other's hand. The fond memory was enough to make the woman's pussy squeeze against a rush of hot sensation. She regretted the fact that another opportunity to enjoy that hot, male play never came along again. The next thing she knew, she was pregnant with Chad and their lives were about to take a huge turn.