The Wife Is First Novels & Stories

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

“We’ve come too far not to be.” “Okay then,” Lila said, stepping back. “Say it before you change your minds.” Jason reached for Bella’s hands. They were cold, trembling a little. His thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I, Jason Reed…” He swallowed. “Take you, Bella. To be my wife.” Bella blinked hard, her lashes catching the light. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “to love you. Even when everything else turns against us. Even when I’m not sure I deserve it.”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

"As long as Daddy will not know about it, I'm fine. I can't do anything, I can't demand you to broke up with her and focus on me. I'm not that pathetic." "Why not?" he asked quickly that made me stopped for a moment. He looked at me seriously as if he's watching every emotion in my face. I gave him a raw smile. "She was the first, she is also the one you love. In fact, I am the one who suddenly entered in your relationship. So who am I to ask for that, right?" "But you are my wife now. You have the rights," he stated. I could not understand what he was pointing at.

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."

Like a dog who's waiting for his master to be home and have his attention. Jade's grip on my hand tightened. I can feel the weight and the intensity of her stare. Behind the sadness that coats her eyes, I see a slight annoyance. “I’m not going to blame you because I know you married him for your mother...but I don't think you deserve this kind of treatment. You are his wife! He should always put you on top of his list...not that scheming bitch! Argh!” she yelled.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

He laid her on her back and stripped off the small garment blocking his mouth from her. “Let it out for me, my wife,” he whispered, holding her thighs apart as he lowered himself between them. His tongue took full control of her wetness, licking and sucking her as if she were something sweet he refused to waste. His words echoed in her mind. 'My wife.' It was the first time he’d ever called her that while doing this, and the sound of it melted her to the core. With no shame left, she grabbed his head and pulled him closer, pushing his face deeper between her thighs.