The Wife He Never Chose Novels & Stories

Had kept his son and his money and his warmth and had watched Anita perform Mrs Hargrove for four years from a distance and wanted the one thing Anita had that she did not. The name. I set the photograph back down. I thought about Anita at a window somewhere. Or at a kitchen table. Or in a quiet house after Donald had left for an office where Jade Hanslow answered his phone and knew exactly who she was. She did not know any of this. She was carrying guilt for a choice that was never hers, in a house built to keep her, married to a man who had another life so complete it had a child in it. I opened my laptop. I started to work. I did not stop until morning.

HR sent out the Christmas holiday schedule at 3 p.m. Every employee received seven days off and a Christmas gift box. Well, all of them… except for me. I was given only half a day off. I had my medical records tucked in an envelope as I pushed open the conference room door. My husband, Matthew Westbrook, sat at the far end of the table, focused on something on his laptop. He didn't even look up as I entered. "The holiday schedule's already finalized," he said. "If I change yours now, HR will have to shift everyone's schedule around. Besides, it's just a shoulder procedure, Elena. It's not like you're dying. Once the surgery's over and done with, you'll be as healthy as a horse." I stare

Why did I love her so much? When she reached for my pants, I pushed her hands away. “I’m married.” She raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?” “That I can’t do this.” I got to my feet without any regret even when I was ticked at my wife, it didn’t change how I felt even when I was in a dark room with a beautiful woman, I wasn’t tempted to betray her because my dick wasn’t even hard. Why did my wife have so much power over me? Why was she the only woman I wanted to be with? Why did I feel like shit just for looking at someone else?

A text appeared beneath the picture. Ask your husband why he never married the woman his family chose for him. I read it once. Then again. The words rearranged themselves each time and still said the same thing. I didn't breathe until my lungs started to burn. When I finally did, it came out as a laugh, small and cracked. Of course. Of course there was a woman. Of course she was beautiful and polished and standing in a ballroom holding his arm. Every time I thought I'd found solid ground, someone pulled the floor out.

“No, Dominic. You don’t. You grew up knowing who your parents were, where you belonged, and what your family expected from you. I spent years believing my mother was dead, my father had abandoned me, and my marriage was real.” Dominic stopped walking. “You’re right. I don’t know what that feels like.” She looked at him, surprised by his admission. He continued, “But I know what it means to have your family decide your future without asking you.” Isabella studied his face. “Is that why you never married?” A faint smile appeared on his lips. “Is that your way of asking whether I’m available?” Despite everything, she almost smiled. “Don’t flatter yourself.” “Too late.”

“But I will kindly request that you have your wife under control when it comes to my mate. Whatever her problem is, she can address it to me, and believe me, you of all people should know that I wouldn’t ignore the subject, but for her to treat her this way, now that is not something that I would accept.” Ezra didn’t respond as he looked back at the bartender, nodding at him to get him a drink before putting fifty dollars on the bar. He watched as the man got him a glass of whiskey. Ezra gulped down the drink in seconds before turning to face me. “Se devo scegliere tra la tua compagna e mia moglie, sceglierò mia moglie perché so fottutamente che avrebbe una ragione per qualunque cosa abbia f

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

Maybe things would be different if he had chosen someone else. He was left thinking about his wife. If she died tomorrow, how would he feel? the answer shocked him a little. The prospect illicited no feeling, no sadness nor anger. He just felt numb to the idea. An empty wedding ring, but wasn't wearing one with no meaning just the same. Serenity only wore hers to show off the diamond and use it as a wealth status thing. He never understood how disconnected they had become until now when the idea of her not being here anymore did not do anything. She was not siginificant enough in his heart to be hurt yet he did not have enough resentment in his heart to feel joy at her passing. She wasn't so

He lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, "Grace will never be my wife. I needed some time to figure out a way to get out of this marriage without starting a war." I swallowed, not understanding what he wanted to do. "But I thought she was perfect. I thought... you wanted her to be your wife." "I don't want a submissive, mob wife. I think I like disrespectful spoiled little brats more." "I don't understand..." I whispered but the words got muffled into my mouth as he pressed his lips to mine. I stiffened at first but then his hands went to my waist in an instant. I slipped my hand around his neck and pulled him down to my height.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.