The Temporary Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

No one would have thought that the King family, the most powerful clan in Preagend, would be fooled like this. In a large and lavish bedroom, a tall, well-dressed man seized the woman in the magnificent bridal gown by the neck in an outburst of rage. “You're not Avery! How dare you and your family trick me into marrying you? You must be tired of living already,” he growled. The woman was forced to tilt her head back, but her slender and attractive neck failed to elicit any sympathy from the man. “Let... let go...”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

I stand up after fixing my lipstick. "Okay I am going to miss you a lot. Please take a lot of pictures for me. Make sure you at least call me before you sleep,"he says. "Bruh you are telling me that for the 5th time," I say. I smile nodding my head. "I am just making sure you don't forget. Please let those boys in Mpumalanga know you are mine," he says pinching my cheek. "I won't take my marriage band off it that's what you are worried about. I belong to the married women club please. I am Brian Fischer's wife,"I say giggling.

A smile threatened to appear on her lips before she caught herself. She lowered her eyes to the first page. The agreement was surprisingly... ordinary. No dramatic language. No impossible demands. It outlined a temporary marriage that would last one year. Public appearances. Business events. Family gatherings. Separate bedrooms. Complete privacy outside of official obligations. She flipped another page. "I have to move into your house?" "For appearances." "And after one year?" "The marriage ends." "So... we divorce." "Yes." The word settled heavily between them. Eva closed the folder.

"Pak Ares will let you know when it's the right time." Feby clicked her tongue. "You're just his lackey, don't boss me around!" "I know my place. I hope you realize it too, Feb. You’re just his mistress." "Shut your mouth, Angga! I'm his wife," Feby retorted, not accepting it. "Even though... the second wife." Angga smirked. "Oh really? You can only be called a second wife if the first wife knows. Meanwhile, you? Your status is kept secret. In other words, you’re just a kept woman."

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

and jealous. There were times when I wanted so bad to barge in, and tell her to leave my husband alone. But whenever she looks at me, and smirks at me, it reminds me that my rights are only on papers. That no matter what Caspian says, I will remain as his contract wife. That our marriage isn't forever, because it's bound to end. Like a product that will eventually expire. The door to Caspian's office finally opened, and here comes Juliette with her big smile, as if she has won the lottery. She was fixing the upper button of blouse, and her hair was a little bit messy. I also noticed that her lipstick was smudged.