The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

"You must excuse my wife, Inspector; I fear she is given to fits of increasingly fanciful eccentricity." "Come now, Mr Xakatha; whose wife is not?" "It is a curse, I think, that their sex must bear. The shock of moving has frayed her nerves immensely!" "Ah, I would imagine so- a large move is hard on the strongest of minds." They talked over her as if she were a dog; a little pet that trots submissively alongside its master, dumb and mute. And Liziwe stood with her head bowed in her husband's shadow, quietly seething, allowing the words to fuel a future vengeance she would take.

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

Few words left her throat which froze his whole being. “It’s wrong. A sin. I-I am married. I am someone else’s wife. Please.” _____________________________________________ Lmao, why am I laughing? A wife telling her husband she’s someone’s wife when the dude is right above her. It’s funny to imagine. You guys aren’t liking and following me as much as you should. You guys better start following me and liking the story otherwise I will not upload this story often like this. Till the next Adios.

“A good wife never says no to her husband.” Oh. So that’s where this was going. I barely stopped myself from scoffing. Instead, I pressed my lips together and kept my expression neutral, even as irritation started bubbling in my chest. You just open you mouth and let whatever shit you have in your head come out. “Lucas is a strong man,” the first woman continued, “but even strong men need a soft place to land, that’s where you come in. A wife should always be available to her husband, no matter what.I'm sure his people told you that when you both hot married. Poor Lucas, he must be suffering. Now I regret asking him to not marry Lady Santoro after her husband died, she was willing to give hi

"Liam Wagner! Liam, get out here!" Frowning, I watched as Ella stumbled into the conference room. She had lost the arrogant demeanor she had before and was wearing old clothes. It seemed like things hadn't been going well for her lately. "Liam, so this is how it is? You're just going to abandon me? I'm your wife!" Her voice was hoarse and filled with grievance. "I may have made some mistakes, but you can't just abandon me! I'm still your wife on paper! How could you be so ruthless? You were the one who begged me to marry you in the first place!"

She looked deeply into her husband’s eyes, showing the depth of her helplessness. Her voice trembled as she spoke. She reached for her husband’s strong arm. With her small hands—cold and trembling violently—it was as if she were clinging to the only life she had left. “You don’t even look at me.” “You don’t even hear me.” “You don’t believe me…” “My short life has been so bitter that I’ve lost the last bit of hope I had.” “No one listens to me…” Elena whispered as she tightly held onto the arm of the husband who was gripping her cheeks so roughly.

I was on my knees, looking up at him with tears blinding me. "Please, Liam," I begged. "I am begging you. Look at me. I am your wife. I made one mistake. Yes, it was a huge mistake. It was a terrible, horrible choice. But it was one time. Does one mistake mean I have to suffer for the rest of my life? Does it mean you have to throw away five years of marriage?" Liam looked down at me. There was no love in his eyes. There was not even pity anymore. There was only disgust.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

Chin lifted with identical defiance, head tilted in that imperceptible way she always did when daring anyone to challenge her. The plaque beneath read: The Wolfe Family — 18 Years Ago. Her voice shakes, barely louder than a whisper. “That isn’t me.” Lila’s soft footsteps echoed against the marble. She stopped beside Venus, hands folded, lips curved in an almost serene smile. “It is.”