The Other Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

As my wife, she said she was proud of me. I saw comments appear in the live chat. [Wow! She went from using her student to using her husband.] [She has nothing to do with this research. She’s just trying to take credit for it.] I listened to her empty praise and watched as she tried desperately to make the public believe that we were still a loving couple. I could not take it anymore. I rushed forward and pushed her away. I took off the ring I had wanted to throw away for a long time. Then, I threw it straight at her face.

"Adrian is my husband!" She was shaking now and every ounce of emotion she had been holding back threatened to spill over. "Please, just leave us alone." Ava let out a quiet sigh. Almost as if she was growing tired of the conversation. "You know,” Ava said softly. "You're making this much more dramatic than it needs to be." She let out a bitter laugh. She honestly couldn't believe this woman. Did she really not understand that she had been the other woman? And she is the wife?

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

They are all men. "Gentlemen, the ever handsome and wealthy bachelor, Theron Duffins!" A man about Theron's age even bowed down to introduce my husband. "Gentlemen, I humbly present to you my beautiful and ever supportive wife, Kirsha Athara Swans-Duffins! Again, meet my trophy wife," said Theron. Not only his friends looked at our side, but also other people around us. They were all amused. Others just swallowed. It was also undeniable that the other wives of the rich people at the party were suddenly jealous of me.

However, the woman ignored James' attempts to stop her and marched into my ward. After looking me up and down a few times, she asked arrogantly, "Are you that country bumpkin wife James married? I'll have you know James and I have registered our marriage officially. How dare a poor peasant from the countryside like you try to ingratiate yourself with a prestigious man like my James? "I advise you not to make a big deal out of this incident. Otherwise, you'll be the one getting detained by the police!" She had a stubborn, rebellious look on her face. However, it was her words that really confused me.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

I said chuckling. “Doesn't that make you the second wife after your sister?” The pedicurist managing my nails said, envy was very obvious in each word she spat, she looked up at me, “I did hear he was married to your sister first. I wonder why he would want to marry from the same family, don't you think?” She said nudging the other pedicurist. I knew people would be talking, that's why I didn't want to go public with our relationship yet. I wanted to be anonymously married to Aldric but Aldric and his family don't care about people's opinions, but I guess I do.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.