The Second Wife Novel Novels & Stories

"Leo got into a fight at school. He's not usually like that. He always apologizes for his mistakes, but today he didn't. He was furious and hit his friend. I just received a call from school, but I didn't have the courage to tell him this when he just got home, so... Please, Mrs. Ruby. Try this first." After making her plea, Mariana lowered her head, as if ready to hear the judgment that would ultimately lead to punishment from Ruby, a terrible wife and mother to her family. 'I can't blame the owner of the body. The happiness and dreams she was chasing were shattered in an instant when she became pregnant. So, what is the reason she doesn't hate her own husband and son?' ‘But, as a woman who

“But you still did.” Silence. Thick. The kind that makes you feel like you’re underwater. “I cut contact,” he says. “You know that.” “I know,” I say again. “But cutting contact doesn’t erase history.” I zip the suitcase halfway. Stop. My chest feels too full. “I was never supposed to be the woman who finds out through screenshots,” I continue, quieter now. “I wasn’t supposed to be the lesson. Or the pause. Or the proof that you tried.” His eyes glisten. He swallows hard. “You’re my wife.”

“Uh! Oh, Alpha!” The loud voice screamed late at night. It had been days since Alpha Kasper had brought home the woman he called his second wife. Chelsea had tried to protest and even push her out of the room, but she could only do so much before Alpha Kasper decided to move into a new room with the new wife. “Let us leave her to have the bedroom. We can have any other room in this house. And we need a new one for new beginnings anyway, and not one that will hunt us with her” he had said.

The next day at noon, I arrived at the cafe early. I ordered a long black and sat in the farthest corner to wait. A little past 12:00 pm, Lindsay walked in. She had short hair, wore a white shirt, and wore barely any makeup. She sat down quietly and ordered a vanilla latte. She was so ordinary that she was almost plain. But I saw the ranking above her head at a single glance, and in first place was Lionel. My husband was the most important person in her life, and she, too, was his; the two rankings interlocked end to end, like a closed circle.

This will change when they realise that my husband and I aren't the perfect couple the media sees us to be and they have a chance to seduce him. If he gets interested in them, that is. A second wife wouldn't be such a bad thing, she can keep annoying or entertaining him while I do whatever the fuck I want. My jaw tightened. For a reason, that doesn't sit right with me. I don't think I want there to be a second wife. Not because I want him for myself, but because I don't want to be my mother 2.0. In a respectful way of course.

Aiden could only internally applaud his mother’s acting skills. If it weren’t for the fact that he had witnessed her making out with Annalise’s husband, he would’ve honestly been fooled by her act as well. To the outside world, Catherine Laine had acted as the perfect wife and best friend― knowing the truth just made Aiden shiver.

Many insisted Vincent had never been a good match for me and urged me not to take him back. I logged into Twitter, liked, and retweeted one of those posts. The internet exploded with excitement. I chuckled at their reactions. Vincent and I had always been two parallel lines. By chance, our paths crossed for six years. But in the end, we returned to our separate ways. It was better this way. I never believed a man could win back his wife after wounding her so deeply. Vincent had pushed me beyond my limits. It benefited me that he was finally out of the picture.

Her novel. She told herself it was fiction, a story, nothing more. A way to keep herself sane while Ethan drifted in and out of confusion and Jessica lurked on the edges of every shadow. But the more she wrote, the more the truth spilled through her sentences, raw and naked. She wasn’t inventing. She was remembering. The novel wasn’t just about her marriage. It was her marriage. And that terrified her. Her first chapters were almost word for word what happened the night she met Ethan. The wine spilled on her dress, his smooth apology, the way his smile hooked into her heart and refused to let go.

In order to avoid being killed once again by Zachary’s signature glare, Lucas held back his laughter, leaned closer to Charlotte’s face, and whispered in her ear, “Tsk, tsk, tsk! No wonder Second Master was acting so strange just now. It turns out that the two of you… Ha... “However, that’s not a bad thing, milady. Second Master is not only breathtakingly handsome but also very discreet about his private life. Let me tell you a secret. This is only Second Master’s second go with a woman.” What!? A question appeared in Charlotte’s mind. ‘Then… who was his first?’

A homewrecker. She could argue with others, but she couldn't deny her truth. Queen Nymrit was right. No matter what title or status Iblis Jabril gave her, it would never change the fact that she was his second wife. In the years before the war, a second wife was nothing more than a mistress. A kept woman rich men clothed and fed on the side so they could vent their lust and frustrations on them, when they were in a bad mood. Though she loved him, to Iblis Jabril, she might be nothing more than an interesting pastime.