The Other Wife Novels & Stories

Her slightly teary eyes bored immensely deeper into his ruinous ones and her next words had made his sinister insanity to entirely take over him. "Because if my husband has the right to love another girl while being committed to his wife then why his wife can't get love by another man? "

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

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

The gentle and protective way he fussed over her was something I hadn't seen once in the decade of marriage. My coworkers' expressions shifted from confusion to absolute disgust. Condemnation washed over me in wave after wave. I was nailed to the pillar of shame—scorned, judged, treated like filth. My flinty gaze locked onto Zachary. "Zachary, keep in mind that I will remember every second of this circus you two put on today. You're the one pushing everything past the point of no return. So, don't you dare blame me for what comes next."

She answers. “Lest I forget, the little bitch that you call your wife is busy having the best time of her life with another man while you both are supposed to be on your honeymoon,” she mentions again, and this time around she opens her clutch purse and scatters pictures on the table for me to see before walking away gracefully. I pick up the pictures of Valeri and another man on the table with both of them all dressed up as if they are on a date, and they are looking at each other like love-struck idiots.

The reputation they all knew him for was not who she knew. “ a man who can barely stand the presence of another lady aside from that of his wife, a man who has never been seen with another woman despite the rumors circulating of him having a multitude of women. Clair we all know someone is tarnishing his image but if you must know my husband only has eyes for me… something we can't say about your marriage” Clair raised her hands but it's held amidst the air. Emilia felt herself wrapped in the embrace of a familiar scent. She looked up to the eyes of her husband. Mark roughly pushed his wife to the floor.

I am a person who is the wife of the man the woman the man is the husband of married at the bench in the small park on the hill in Los Angeles with the view of the lobby of the hospital. I am a person who is the wife in the way that wives are wives when the wives are the kind of wives who are the kind of wives the men the wives are the wives of are the kind of men who are the kind of men the wives the wives are the wives of are the kind of wives the men the wives are the wives of are the kind of men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives are the wives of are going to be the wives the men the wives ar

He still stubbornly held me, which made me strike his face. At last, that managed to make him release me, but his eyes were still filled with determination not to let me go. I knew his unyielding nature too well. “Sir, I don’t know who she is. But touching someone else is a crime.” “You are my wife.” This crazy bastard. Now he was claiming me as his wife. I truly wanted to scream those words in his face, but I forced myself to control my breathing. “Your wife? Wasn’t she already dead? I don’t know who she is.”