The Wife Novels & Stories

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

“We have house staff, don’t we? You don’t need to come out every time.” Her face, now showing more signs of age than before, twitched a little, but she said nothing, simply nodding in silence. I wasn’t in the mood to comfort her. A woman who can’t make her husband want her is nothing but a failure. That’s what my wife was—a failure.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

I don't want to believe as it and I'll never believe it that Mara, the wife I dot on could go and do such dirty things. My wife is an obedient and submissive, she is gentle, she doesn't talk much, whenever I talk she never talks back and she never look at me directly in my eyes, she always bows her head. I came back from jogging, and met my little wife swaying along with the scent that was coming from the bath. I stood at the doorpost admiring the kind luck I had of having such a wife when she looked back at me sharply. "Hubby.....t..the bath is ready" she stuttered.

Your Husband, Maria Walker.

He could barely manage one wife, and here in front of him there's a man with seven! "Can you speak a little about each one of them?" Mr. Cuffe manages to ask after recomposing himself. Erik shrugs and replies to the man. "Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Ita

After all, I am his wife. "Listen to me when I say this because I will say this only once. I am his wife, he is my husband. And I will see my husband whenever I feel like it, no matter if he is busy with the president of the USA. Now get out of my way." I say as she looks behind me and I know Grace is behind me.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.