The Other Wife Novels & Stories

"That's not my wife," He replied staring at the photo of the woman who looked everything like his but looked nothing like her at the same time, there was no way that was Natalie first of all he left Natalie at home a few hours ago and there is no way she would be in another country already, and also Natalie's hair wasn't bleached, and straightened, she looked like a different version of his woman, he was in his office and his secretary had brought in a photo of a woman who they claim to be his wife, since they haven't seen her outside in a while so they just have assumed she was vacationing in another country if he hadn't left his wife at home earlier, he was sure he would have fallen for it

We continue to eat in silence. On The Other Side of The City “What information do you ladies have for me?” “My husband and son are fighting over her, not too long ago I saw him leave Mexico.” “You?” “She has my man and all of the Chavez’ including Ricco, the other Karno’s and the Rivera’s wrapped around her little finger she is dating them all.” “I have only seen her with my cousin Andros.” “Well, probably on one of her many dates, tonight could be someone else. She’s probably fucking all of them, what a slut.” “WHORE!!! SHUT UP YOU WILL HAVE RESPECT FOR MY FUTURE WIFE!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?” “Yes, sir.” They both said.

Another comment appeared. “She knew he loved another woman and still married him. Some women have absolutely no shame.” My fingers froze. I continued reading. “Jewel and Jayson were together first. Betty was clearly after his money.” Another person replied beneath it. “Exactly. She stole another woman’s man and now wants sympathy because he doesn’t love her.” My chest tightened. I scrolled faster, hoping the next comments would be different. They were not. “She knew what she was getting herself into.” “Imagine being someone’s contract wife and thinking you’re the love of his life.”

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

Just walked away from that table, from those people, from the sight of my husband treating another woman like his partner. The bathroom was empty. I locked myself in a stall and tried to breathe. This was my life. This was what I’d agreed to when I married Adrian. Trophy wife. Beautiful accessory. Woman who smiled and stayed quiet while her husband built his empire with someone else. My phone buzzed. Clara. **Clara:** *How’s it going?* **Me:** *Terrible. He’s treating Vivian like she’s his wife and I’m the mistress.* **Clara:** *Want me to come get you?*

There were some whispers in the crowd but they were nothing more than that, just whispers. Too add more flair to her story, she stops moving around like she'd been doing while the story was lighthearted. "That midnight, I got home by one in the morning and met my husband, Charles in bed with another woman..." There was a collective gasp. "This other woman had been introduced to me during the wedding as a distant cousin of his, so she'd been family..." Another gasp, even louder than the last. Bethany takes a deep breath. "That wasn't the worst, oh not at all. But it turned out she was not a distant cousin but she's my husband's second wife."

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?"