The Temporary Wife Read Online Novels & Stories

Wife…Even if it’s temporary, even if it was an accident, even if he’s still planning to leave. “Temporary wife,” I argue. I can't be swept up by what he says…I'm sure this is all one big joke to him and once our three months are up he would not want anything to do with me anymore. A billionaire and the girl he accidentally married in Vegas. I’m not sure if I belong in his world, but right now, I’m inside it…and I don’t know how to feel about that. “It doesn’t matter. She disrespected you. That’s not something I can let slide.”

The room suddenly became tense, and of course, Penelope's smile vanished. That was the beginning of the interesting part of our conversation. "You don't own this hospital." "No." I stepped closer, my presence intimidating. "But I am his wife." The word wife tasted sweeter than usual, and I couldn't be more proud of myself than I was at that moment. Penelope's eyes darkened, because I just rubbed it on her face that she lost the position I'm now occupying, despite being on his life for long. "Well, to me, it's just temporary wife."

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…

had never happened. Alina stared at the screen with trembling hands. Comments filled the column: "They're still the perfect couple!" "Finally Clarissa's home! Poor Junior all this time without his real mother." "The second wife must be so awkward right now." "Team Clarissa! She's the real Mrs. Blackwood!" Second wife. Replacement. Temporary. That's what she'd always been. But seeing it written explicitly by strangers—people who didn't even know her—somehow felt more painful.

And was Julia the type to pursue or pester someone, assuming they would either tolerate her or discard her easily? No way! Just as Jared’s mind was racing with these thoughts, Julia interjected, “That’s enough. This is getting all mixed up. Jared and I have a temporary marriage arrangement. After a while, we’ll go our separate ways.” Temporary marriage! Those words struck Jared like a bolt of lightning, igniting a raging fire within him that threatened to consume his every thought. Driven by a sudden surge of emotion, he seized Julia’s wrist and pressed her against the wall. “Ah!” Julia let out a hiss of pain as her back connected with the hard surface.

“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 need a wife. Name your price,” he said, as if he were negotiating a business acquisition rather than rearranging someone’s life. The words struck the air between them, but she didn’t immediately process their meaning. “Pardon, Mr. Wright?” she asked slowly, confusion tightening her expression. His gaze didn’t waver. “I need someone to pose as my wife. Temporarily.” He slid a thick document across the table toward her with practiced ease. “This is the agreement.”

It had become an unspoken rule, which had seen unanimous understanding among the employees at Johnston Group. 'I've been in this company for five years, and I've been by his side for the longest time. Yet, I have never seen him with a woman by his side or heard mentions of him being married. He didn't even have a girlfriend, so where did this 'wife' of his come from?' the woman thought to herself. As she reached for the door, she turned back and glanced at Nicole while gritting her teeth. Then, she left. After Nicole had finished ordering, she gave Jared a slight glance, "Admirer?"

“How does your wife put up with your three secretaries a day habit, cousin?” “Wife?!?” the woman squeaked, then she turned angrily to Edgar. “You didn’t tell me you were married!” “It’s a temporary condition, I assure you. Give us a minute, baby, then we can finish where we left off,” Edgar retorted smugly. She looked embarrassed as she tried to get past Heith who caught her arm, and whispered menacingly in her ear, “Don’t forget your skivvies in the corner.” The secretary turned to look where Heith pointed; beside the trash can was a bright red lace thong. The poor woman looked even more mortified. “Those aren’t mine.”

“Officially. No more temporary apartment. No more nights apart. I want to wake up to you every morning. I want to come home to you every night. Say yes.” I smiled against his chest, the first real, unburdened smile in weeks. “Yes.” He kissed me again, slow and sweet, and for the first time since waking up in this second life, I felt truly, completely at peace. But peace, I was learning, never lasted long. That night I dreamed. I stood in the same warehouse where Adrian had almost killed me, but the walls were wrong, shifting like smoke. The air smelled of ozone and old stone and death. My scar burned, hotter than it ever had, glowing bright against my skin.