The Wife He Didn't See Novels & Stories

“I’m his wife. Mother of his two kids.” The floor seemed to tilt beneath my feet. For a moment, everything went silent except for the low hum of the TV. My chest tightened painfully. “His… wife?” I whispered, looking at Richard. “You’re married?” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. The woman his wife stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You think a man like him doesn’t have a family? The late nights, the ‘business trips’… you really thought you were special?”

“Don’t be a dick to her.” I slowly turned my eyes toward the window again. “Wow…” My voice came out flat. “How about you try not being a dick to me?” He sighed, but I didn’t look at him. “Just don’t take it out on her. You’ve worked too hard to push her away...” “Shut the fuck up.” I turned my head sharply and looked at him. My jaw was so tight that the muscles in my neck strained. My eyes widened, and just looking at his goddamn face made the adrenaline pump through every inch of my body all over again. “Don’t tell me how to treat my wife.”

"Where is that petite wife of yours?" My eyes turn red as I grab him by his collar. "What the fuck did you just say about my wife?" His eyes widen as though he didn't expect that kind of reaction, well neither did I . I break out of the spell. "She's gone. Just the way you should be." I say in a whisper. He watches me warily before finally leaving the house. In his absence, I stumble back to my chair and collapse. She's really gone.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

I breathed, trying to keep my eyes off the screen. I can’t look at him or stare at his picture for years. This has been surprising for me because it almost drained my energy. “What? But the show just started,” She pouted, which forced me to bite my lower lip. I am more than surprised that she doesn’t even recognize me as the wife of her favorite actor. “Well, Tain is telling me that he is starving, we will watch tomorrow early,” I told her, which made her nod. “I see, alright, but it is such a shame for this man, I heard his wife is missing, she ran away and wasn't found until today,” She claimed and that made me nervous.

I yelled at them and the three of them came out. "Has anyone seen my wife!?" My voice shook violently. One of them spoke. "She went out for her evening stroke earlier. That was the last I saw her." I studied their faces closely and one of them seemed to be avoiding my gaze. "What is it!?" I asked him. "Is there anything I need to know." His hands trembled as he spoke. "Ehm--I'm not insinuating anything here--" "Speak already." I cut him off sharply. I didn't have time for that.

When she finally regains her senses and then raises her head to look at her husband with a hand on her cheek and stinging eyes filled with slowly dropping tears, she is met with a violent stare. With a red face, Noah says. “Then I would have been proud that my so called wife had died while doing her duties, instead of shying away from them like the coward you are.” Noah stuns Natalia again, only with his words this time. “Noah,” She begins once more with tears in her voice as Noah turns his back to walk away.

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

There was a bit of excitement in his eyes and it pissed me off but at the same time, it meant he had found something significant in his search. “A day after arriving back, your wife went to work and left a couple of minutes later. She withdrew money and went to a hospital. She spent two hours there yet when I went through all the records of that time her name didn’t appear on any of them.” He stopped and I nodded my head for him to proceed the fuck up.

Alina shook her head faintly. “No.” A pause. “I’m just no longer pretending it didn’t hurt.” Silence. Heavy. Then Lucien noticed something else. Ethan was watching from across the room. Waiting. Patient. Interested. Something dark moved instantly through Lucien’s expression again. Possessiveness. Sharp and immediate. “She’s still my wife,” he said suddenly. Alina looked at him for a long second. Then calmly replied, “Only on paper.” That answer hit him harder than expected. Because she said it without emotion.