The Wife He Never Expected Novels & Stories

She nods, “Okay, I will bring you some aspirin and water. Take it in the morning.” “Fine,” I reply sharply as I make my way to my room. I throw my clothes in the middle of the floor, then lie down in bed. Ellie comes in and looks unbothered at seeing me naked. “Hey, you know wives are supposed to do certain things for their husbands,” I tell her. She looks at me and nods. Pulling the covers over me as if she is tucking me in, she says, “Husbands are supposed to love their wives. Neither of us is fulfilling our roles.”

He looked at me with a rare indecision, like cracks were appearing, and for the first time, he didn’t know what to do. He was finally discovering that his wife’s past life was actually a brutal story filled with suffering, that he had never bothered to learn about.

Never discusses his personal life. Napakunot-noo ako. "How can he be publicly single if we're married?" Napatingin ako kay Grace. Nagkibit-balikat siya. "Baka tinatago ka niya." "Alam mo, Grace." "What?" "Stop watching dramas." Tumawa siya. Pero sa totoo lang, pareho kaming nagtataka. Kung totoo ang marriage certificate, bakit wala ni isang balita tungkol sa asawa niya?

"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.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

“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?”

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.

She had passed away quietly, and her pathetic husband had remarried on a whim and taken his new wife and son overseas, leaving as though Scarlett had never existed. Dennis Clarke tapped his fingers lightly against my desk and pulled me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?“ he asked. I blinked. “Nothing. I was just distracted. Where were we?“ “I was saying that—“ My phone vibrated, cutting him off. It was an unknown number. “Just a minute, Dennis.“ Reaching for my phone, I answered the call. “Adrian Hartley speaking.“ “Mr. Hartley, this is Love & Hope Hospital. Your wife and grandmother have just been admitted.“

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

When I went to get a replacement copy of our marriage certificate, the clerk at the registrar's office told me, "This certificate is a forgery. There's no record of your marriage in the system." "But Michele and I got married four years ago, at St. Mary's Church. We had witnesses..." I steadied my breathing. "Please check again." The clerk sighed and clicked her mouse a few times. "We found a registration for Michele Corleone, but the spouse listed isn't you." My voice shook. "Who's his legal wife?" The clerk answered without looking up. "Rita Greco." Before I heard that name, I'd still been telling myself the system might have made a mistake. But of course it was Rita, Michele's chi