The Substitute Wife Book Novels & Stories

"Wife? That's ridiculous. Have we been living as husband and wife all this time? No, that's just you not being a husband to me, while I have been behaving like a wife, even though you never appreciate it." William was silent; what Laura said was true. He had always been cold to Laura, whereas Laura had always positioned herself as a wife. "If you want a divorce, I agree. After all, I'm just a substitute, right? And you never wanted me either! Please divorce me, William Anderson!" Laura said firmly. "I will never divorce you!" William's emphatic denial made Laura laugh, as if what he said was just nonsense. "Hahaha... you're so funny... not divorcing me, then, Michelle? Will, I've already sac

like he wasn't a disabled person. Maxine was brought to Delgado's residence after the wedding. The same elderly maid who had been with her in the hotel penthouse was around this time. "Miss Laurine, we understand that you are only married to our Master by contract, but since you are now his wife, you can expect the you are entitled to. If you have anything you need, don't be hesitant to summon the maids to ask for help," she said as she rose up to greet her.

Thus, Vivian could understand why Kate was telling the story in such a bitter tone and expression. "And Steen still loves his mother very much too," Kate continued despite getting no response from the younger woman. “He was the one who put this big picture of his mother in the living room. He wanted to show everyone that his mother still owned this house. That's not good for me, but that's the truth, right? Even if I marry his father, I'm only a substitute, and a substitute can never be the original." Suddenly, Vivian felt how her heart clenched behind her ribs. It was not only Kate who had the title of a substitute. Vivian was also a substitute, and it was true that a substitute could never

“You slept with a stranger and showed up at my family’s doorstep like some innocent girl. You think that doesn’t raise questions?” “I didn’t know it would be you, Callum,” I whispered. “If I had known… maybe I would’ve walked away.” Silence stretched between us. His jaw tightened. He poured another drink but didn’t take it. “She did the same thing, you know,” he said suddenly. “Lied. Played me. Left when I needed her the most.” I blinked. “Who?” “The woman I was supposed to marry.” He didn’t say more. Didn’t need to.

I said, and she started laughing. “Oh gosh, are you a clown?” She confused me with her question: “Damian was never yours, he married you as a substitute, you were never his wife, I was always his, how can you stand here and call yourself his wife?” She said, and she was right—I was a substitute, but I was not going to let that sadden me, it was the past, and I was glad I was over it. “The point here is, if there was understanding, you could have stood up and helped me when I needed help,” I told her, and she rolled her eyes.

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

"Baby... you're incredible." That voice... belonged to her husband. Tristan Kensington. The man she'd been married to for three years. Alena pushed the door open slowly. The scene before her squeezed her heart like a vice. On the king-size bed she'd bought with money earned from her grueling hours at the multinational PR firm, her husband was tangled with another woman. Not just any woman. She was— "SIENNA?!" Alena's voice pierced the air. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, making both figures on the bed jolt.

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

I walked into the building, holding the pack of food I came with, the workers smiled at me as they sighted me, I smiled back at them and made my way to the elevator, I was so eager to see Aaron and wrap myself in his warmth, I can't wait to tell him about the stalker and my grandmother's call, he's such a good listener and I know he won't spare the stalker. I got to his secretary and she greeted me with smiles all over her face, they all know me and for some reason, I felt like they all liked me. I was about to open Aaron's office door when I started hearing voices, I wanted to ignore the voice and enter but then I halted at my step when I heard my name. "Aaron, she's meant to be your substi