The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

He say. I crack the soda open, one I took out from the fridge. “Fuck yourself.” I say nonchalantly to him. He chuckles. “There it is.” “Stop trying to cause a rift between my wife and me,” I say, turning on him now. “She’s married. And she would never want some broke-ass guy like you.” That gets a reaction. His lips curl into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Do I really look broke?” He ask.

He had just got to the corridor, when his wife's loud yell after a loud crashing sound, made him break into a run. "WHAT HAPPENED HERE?!" he shouted at the top of his voice, looking at the two men who had each other's clothes squeezed in their hands, but had their eyes on his wife. He turned and found his wife standing still, her eyes wide open as she looked at something he couldn't see from his place on the stairs. "They broke my vase! They broke my vase!" She yelled before walking towards the pieces, moving gingerly so she wouldn't step on any piece, hoping against hope that it could be mended or glued back to its original form.

Dylan asked her, "Look at you, looking all desperate. What if Cedric finds out about us? Aren't you afraid?" My wife gasped for breath as she replied, "Afraid of what? So what if that loser finds out? You think he has the guts to divorce me? He doesn't even know his own worth. He's just pathetic!" I clenched the lottery ticket in my hand after hearing those words. The pathetic loser she was talking about had just won 60 million dollars and had been wanting to share the happiness with her… I had misjudged her, and I found myself utterly ridiculous right now.

“The other man is my husband, your wife destroyed my marriage with my husband. The relationship that we solidified for so many years was broken by her. I don't know what she did to him that made him succumb to her but I know that he is not the kind of person that will just decide to move to another woman, so many ladies wanted him but he never accepted anyone. He always chose me but the moment your wife came into the picture he forgot me completely.” “Look, I know that you are also hurt about what your wife did to you, nobody in our position right now will not be hurt because of what both of them did, but you are not a saint either, the last time you were with some ladies in this exact room.

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

"There was only a wall between us. He was so strong. He thrust into me so hard that my moans drowned out your cries. It was pretty exciting. "It was my first time seeing such a wild man like him. He was completely different from you, and that was when I got attracted to him." Her words hit me like a thunderbolt, making my head buzz. I widened my eyes in disbelief. That day, I cried my heart out until I almost passed out. But when someone helped me out, Yasmin was walking more unsteadily than me. Zachary Grant stood beside me and patted my shoulder, his voice low. "I'm sorry for your loss. Your mom's gone, and Yasmin is really sad, too. She's your wife, after all. Pay more attention to her."

"We built a small company together. When it started to succeed, I made a choice that I have regretted every day since. I bought him out of the company for far less than his share was actually worth, during a time when he was going through a difficult period in his life and could not fight back properly. I told myself it was just business. But it destroyed him financially for years." Claire stared at her father, stunned. "You cheated him," she said slowly. "And he waited fifteen years to get revenge." "I did not know he would go this far," Richard said, his voice breaking completely now. "I did not know he would use my own daughter to do it." The room went silent except for the steady beep of

His head was blown away and crushing the phone down at the marbled floor he threw the alcohol bottle as well, breaking it into pieces. He screams and yells in frustration as he feels betrayal hit him and being cheated pain stings his heart. He didn't know how to react to this as his insecurities and nightmare seems to be true. He was losing her as his wife and life and love to Krish the one who seems his competitor in the game of love. "You can't do this to me Dia.... you can't leave me. You are mine!", he chants this line as if a mantra and falls unconscious.

Sophia, who was short of sleep, was like a ticking time bomb, watching whoever disliked her. "I was just tricked by others." Gerald felt a little guilty. Sophia snorted coldly, but she didn't refuse anymore. Gerald followed quickly and neatly. The most luxurious villa area in Chicago. Vice President Jake dressed like an overfed penguin and stood on the street of his newly bought villa to receive congratulatory guests. And beside him stood a young and beautiful little woman. This is the third wife he married just last month. One fat and one thin, one short and one tall, one ugly and one beautiful. Standing together, there is as much conflict as there is.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”