The Temporary Wife Pdf Novels & Stories

My wife is pregnant, and I'm a little worried. Before bed, I scroll through a parenting forum and come across an anonymous post. "My husband won't let me have my male best friend's baby. Is this a serious violation of my reproductive rights?" The poster pours her heart out, each line of the post dripping with self-pity. "My doctor said my progesterone levels are low, my her HCG levels aren't doubling as expected, and the gestational sac is implanted close to the scar tissue from my last surgery. If the pregnancy continues, it could cause massive bleeding and put my life at risk. "That's why my husband refuses to let me continue the pregnancy. But he doesn't understand. This baby is the

She’d do anything for her. She crossed her arms, a defensive move. “So, we get married, I pretend to be your wife for a year, and then what? We divorce?” “Exactly,” I said. “It’s a temporary arrangement. A year later, you are free to leave, and with a lot more in compensation for your time.”

Her hands trembled slightly as she read the contents of the contract: Temporary Marriage Contract Duration: 1 year Purpose: To reignite trust in love for Leon Morano De Santos Terms: Do not bring up Leon’s past without his permission. Must live together, share the same room, and engage in sexual relations. Pregnancy is expected. Falling in love unilaterally is prohibited (but not vice versa). If Leon falls in love within one year, the contract is deemed successful, and compensation will be granted. An additional bonus will be awarded if pregnancy occurs.

“I’m not in the problem-solving business anymore.” “On the contrary.” He set a black leather folder on her desk. “You’re perfect for this. You're desperate, alone and out of options.” It should have stung but it didn’t. It only confirmed the reality she's been living all these past few weeks. “I need a wife,” he said like it was nothing. “Just for one year. You need money, I have enough to offer so this works for both of us.” “Excuse me?” “Marriage,” he said, leaning back on the seat. “It will be temporary, definitely a contract and mutually beneficial for us both.”

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Michael stepped closer, close enough that she could see the faint storm in his eyes, The tension in his jaw. "This is serious."he murmured, his voice low , almost Intimate. "Once you sign there's no turning back." Jessica heart slammed against her ribcage. Her hand shook as she signed. The ink spread across the paper, Like fire through her veins. She had done it Five years. A contract marriage No love. Just survival. Michael signed too. His pen deliberate, almost slow enough to make her breathe catch. He glanced at her briefly and she caught something there. A flicker of curiosity? Or something more dangerous? She quickly looked away, trying to calm her racing pulse.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

Stay protected. Do not move. The man walked closer. Holden’s jaw flexed. “One more step and you lose your legs.” The stranger paused—amused. “Relax, Holden Li. Put that feral instinct back in your pocket. I’m not here for you.” Holden’s eyes narrowed. “But you came after my wife.” The man chuckled. “Contract wife. Temporary wife. Don’t overestimate your claim.” Holden’s anger went volcanic. He stepped forward, fists curling—

I hate the fact that this would have to come from my very mouth but my suspicion grows intense knowing that he has already told me the obvious. Justin's gaze pierced through me, devoid of the warmth and tenderness he had shown moments ago. His voice, once filled with affection, now carried a chilling edge as he questioned, "Why, my dear wife?" Have I not made it clear that my heart belongs to Regina from the very beginning? I never promised you my love in return, so please do not expect it. And as for you—” He murmured, gently cradling my chin and tilting my head to meet his captivating gaze. His words flowed forth, revealing a truth that pierced my heart. "—You, my dear, are but a temporary

“You are so mean. Just a reminder, I am your wife now, so please take it easy with the hurtful words.” “And that is exactly why I feel disgusted,” Lucas replied, pretending to gag. “I still cannot accept my situation, but I have no choice. This is my fault.” “At least you know that. If you want, we can end this pretense now,” Rhea said, which made Lucas shake his head quickly. “No way. Six months is short. I can endure this,” Lucas argued, which made Rhea fall silent. Rhea forced a small smile as she stood beside him. He is right. This marriage is temporary. Once the company is in Lucas' name, everything will be over. No more obligations, no more promises, and we will go back to being strang