Novel & Cerita The Temporary Wife Read Online

My hands trembled as I reached for my iPad, but I straightened my back and began typing. Vincent watched me impatiently while Cassia glanced toward the screen. Then I turned it toward him. [One month.] His brows drew together as I continued. [Let me be your wife for one month. Your real wife.] For five years, I had carried the title without ever having the marriage that came with it. I lifted my eyes to Vincent's as I typed the final words. [After that, I'll sign the divorce papers.]

“I’m not ready to have children. It’s out of the equation. I already told you about that. My priority right now is my companies.” I couldn’t move. I wanted to run back upstairs and forget what I had heard, but somehow, I was rooted in my place, like I was glued to the wall. He continued, “He made me do this and then left me hanging, and that wouldn’t change the fact that he forced me into this marriage. I’m not ready.” Dread ran through my veins, overwhelming my senses. The message was clearer. He was still doing his part— my temporary husband, and I was his temporary wife with benefits.

Her nails dug into my skin. “You think I don’t see it?” she whispered. “The way he looks at you?” I didn’t flinch. “You mean my husband?” I asked calmly. “Yes. He loves me. We’ve established that.” Her grip tightened painfully. “You were supposed to be temporary,” she hissed. “A distraction.” “And yet,” I murmured, “here I am.” Her eyes flickered downward to my stomach and my body reacted before my mind did. My instinct roared through my veins.

"A wife on paper or the woman he's wanted for years—which do you think will win?" The elevator doors opened. I stepped inside, pressed the button, and held her gaze until the doors slid shut between us. Only then did I let myself shake. Let the adrenaline drain away, leaving me hollow and trembling against the elevator wall. She was right. I was temporary. The contract had an expiration date, and when it ran out, I'd be gone. Back to my small life while he and Evelyn built their empire together. But for now—for however long I had left—I was still his wife. And I'd be damned if I'd spend that time cowering.

"Imagine, if you can, that you shared your wife with someone, a temporary gig you think, maybe a weekend or a week, because you're off somewhere like you are now, and you don't want to leave her alone. Not another woman, like Lisa, but a man, whose nice big cock's been fucking every hole of your wife while you're gone. and now you're coming home and you want to get back to the way things were, just you and her. "But no, Julia and this fucking dude she's been shacked up with have fallen in love. She doesn't want to give you up, but she wants you to accept him as her other lover. Maybe this guy will swing both ways, suck your dick, take it up the ass, so it's fair for both of you, provided you

"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.

"I understand this might feel like a rush. As I said, I also don't want to go through with this. But we both have responsibilities. I am making it simple by offering this contract. All you need to do is act as my wife in public." She still looked lost. "Yes, I am Claire," she answered quickly. "But is this not too fast? Do you not want to get to know me before any marriage deal is made?" "I have read enough about you already," I replied in a calm tone. "There is no need for that. Besides, the marriage will not be real. It is only temporary." I observed her closely as she processed my words. Her face moved from confusion to panic and then to something like anger. I couldn't help the small smi

Me: Why do you ask? Her message was sent about forty minutes ago, so I doubt she’ll reply right away. Adrian returned, and I watched him search the living room for me before finally spotting me behind the counter. “I just got a call from… the woman I live with.” He starts, and my brain malfunctions as I try to piece together what he’s trying to say. “You know, the girl I share a ring with.” His wife? Did he seriously forget his own wife? It’s been like ten minutes since he went to take that call. Maybe even less.

"Why call me your wife when you clearly want a whore?" Carlos set the contract down slowly. For the first time, the corner of his mouth twitched, almost a smile. "Because a whore is temporary. A wife is forever. And you, Elena, are mine forever." He slid the papers across the table until they rested in front of me, along with a sleek black pen. "Now initial every page. In front of me. No skipping."

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi