The Wife He Never Expected Novels & Stories

I say to him. " I expect you to behave a certain way as a wife should." He says. " Oh! It's the first time I'm experiencing being a wife. Please don't blame me. I can't change myself. " I stir the spoon, " Oh you don't know one thing about me, my dearest husband. I don't take orders, I don't spend life according to anyone. You may have kept me in the dark. I hope you'll not break your promises and deals that you made before marriage. "

Instead, we can satisfy each other, and I’ve known from the first moment I saw Jessica Williams that she would satisfy me in a way my wife never could. My marriage to Chelsea was an arranged one, forged in an alliance between our families back when we were still children. Love never factored into it, so I had no problem admitting I never loved her. I’ve never loved anyone, but I have lusted after women. With Chelsea, I didn’t feel either, dooming our marriage from the start.

“She’s my wife.” Silence! Dead silence. His mother blinked. “Your… what?” “My wife,” he repeated, firmer this time. Her lips parted slightly. “But… you said you got married, yes… but you never showed us who. You never told us her name, we didn’t know what she looked like…” She looked at me again, this time with a completely different expression. “Drego is the one who has been talking about Elena and even sent us her picture once.” My heart dropped. I could feel the room spinning.

His fingers sink inside me, finding my clit, rolling it hard as I grind against him. We break with our release, collapsing in sweat and breath. My body sprawls across his chest, unbound. I whisper, quiet. “Where’s your wife?” The air stills. He’s silent for a long time before answering. “I never had one. She was just a wife of convenience. Papers signed. Nothing more. You were the only one I wanted.” My breath snags. My lips part. The words gut me in half. Twisted irony. He was never hers and was always mine.

She'd waited and like always, he'd never showed up. Maybe he will never show up in her life as a husband. She's twenty years old now, she's wiser than when she became his wife at 18 years. She can read the handwriting on the wall, she can predict that he would never be hers. He would never love her,he would forever keep her waiting like the previous evening. She waited for him patiently and he never showed up. She could have died or caught a deadly disease from the effect of the storm, and it would have meant nothing to him.

And sometimes the numbers don’t care about your plans. Amanda never thought her fantasy would come true. She married Riley. Married him, but he never once showed her love. Never held her like he meant it. Never made her feel like she was really his wife. He never said he loved her. Not once, not in three years. Not even on their wedding day. She waited. And waited. Until her hope turned brittle, and her heart turned cold. And now, after all her hope is drained dry, he’s sitting here—in this car, in this familiar space—saying he loves her?

He was forced to marry her to fulfill his grandfather's last wish. So, his wife also never demanded anything from him after marriage, nor did she expect anything from him. She silently fulfilled her duty as his wife, never complained about anything, even after his neglect, she never complained and always welcomed him with a smile. Since she never interfered in his life, even after marriage, it never occurred to Arthur that he was a married person and had a wife at home. He was living like a bachelor even after his marriage.

At the time, I actually thought I heard wrong. “What?” “I need a wife,” he said. Not I want you, not I care about you, not I was falling for you, just that. I need a wife. I should have walked away right there. But then he looked at me and said, “I trust you.” And somehow, that was worse. Because Damien Blackwood was not a man who trusted easily. So I believed it meant something. I let my heart be foolish. I let hope grow where it should never have been planted.

I hung up before he could say another word. Did they really think I was that easy to push around? My wife ran off with someone else, and they still expected me to clean up their mess? Right as the dolphin show hit its biggest moment, a staff member rushed in, holding out a phone with an awkward look. "Mr. Hart, your wife is looking for you." I rolled my eyes. 'She really won't drop this.' The second I took the phone, Jayda's arrogant voice blasted through. "Holden Hart, are you asking for trouble?"

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”