The Temporary Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

"No, I didn't forge anything." "You used my automated digital signature through our shared office portal." "You always let me handle the corporate paperwork, Elena. You gave me the authorization keys years ago." I felt entirely numb. "You signed my name to a high-interest property loan without my knowledge." "It wasn't forgery," he protested, looking genuinely offended by the terminology. "You're my wife!" He said it as though the title were a blank check, as though twenty years of marriage had entitled him to my signature, my clinical earnings, my son's future, and the equity of the roof over our heads.

But she wasn’t done. “This marriage is temporary,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. “One year. That’s the contract.” The words tasted bitter, like a lie she wanted to believe. “And when it’s over, I’ll sign the documents. I’ll walk away, and I’ll finally be free of this life. Free of you.” She expected silence. Indifference, maybe. But Alexander moved.

Then came a strange sound—somewhere between a shriek and a laugh—muffled behind her palms. “You and my cousin…” she said slowly, as though trying to process it. “Efficient doesn’t even begin to cover it. You two are terrifyingly decisive.” She finished with a thumbs up. "It's a contract marriage," I said, reiterating the true nature of the arrangement. "For a duration of one year, after which we'll divorce and go our separate ways." "That's still a marriage!" Isabel wasn't having it. "A temporary one." "The certificate doesn't say temporary on it!"

No locks. That was the lie of it. The tablet slid toward me. “Page twenty-three,” she said, and stepped back. I scrolled. Scrolled. My pulse thundered louder with every word. Non-disclosure. Image rights. Schedule compliance. Behavioral clauses. Then— MARITAL AGREEMENT — TEMPORARY UNION My breath hitched. I read it again. And again. No. No, no, no— For the duration of thirty (30) consecutive days, Sadie Sinclair agrees to enter into a legally binding marital contract with Cassian Wolfe…

AMY Ever since the visit I paid Ivan together with Nolan, I had read the document three times already. Every word of it. Every clause. Every legal jargon that painted Danica not as a wife, but as a temporary arrangement. A contract. Each time my eyes ran over those cold lines, a grin tugged harder at my lips. Oh, this was golden. Ivan so untouchable married under conditions, not love. And Danica? The brave little saint, she was nothing more than a contractual placeholder.

“This isn’t about permanence.” “It never is,” she said coldly, her gaze sharpening. “Until it is.” Then, with deliberate clarity, she added, “Let me make something very clear to you. You may play house for a while, you may enjoy whatever illusion you’ve created, but my son does not entangle himself permanently with women like you.” Women like me. I held her stare without wavering. “And what kind is that?” She didn’t hesitate. “Temporary.” The word landed exactly as she intended it to.

I’m not going to let some stranger get too close to my wife, no matter how our relationship is. “Why are you behaving like this?” She retorts, trying to free herself from my grasp. “I’m just having fun. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since this honeymoon started!” I bring my face closer to hers, our noses almost touching. “I may not be happy about this situation, but you’re still my wife.” She scoffs, her breath brushing against my face. “Wife? Don’t forget that you’re my temporary husband.” My grip on her arm tightens as frustration boils within me. “You’re coming with me. I can’t let you dance with strangers, getting wasted.”

he said before bursting into another round of manic laughter. "Catch," he said to her before throwing a document at her, and immediately she caught it. "This is the sample of our marriage certificate; go on and read it," he said to her, and without hesitating, she started reading in a low tone. After reading it for some minutes, she finally saw the part where it was written that the marriage was only temporary and that her only mission was to bear a son before Mr. Xavier Quim, and once she does that, they must get divorced, and everyone goes their different ways, but the child remains with Mr. Xavier Quim.

She wasn't sure what's her main reason to be upset about. Perhaps, it was because of the fact that Colton is seeing another woman while being married to her and he let that woman bully her? She herself doesn't understand why she was feeling that way when she knows she was just a temporary wife. She shouldn't be jealous. Not because they were, married, means he is hers. The only thing that connected them is a piece of paper. No mutual feelings!