The Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What if I don't know how to be a wife because my only model was a disaster? What if I'm too damaged or too broken or too, too me?" "Vi, you're brilliant at this. At us. At being my wife." He pulls back to look at me. "Do you know what you did yesterday? You called Layla to congratulate her on her baby. You spent three hours at the foundation helping a woman leave an abusive situation. You came home and we made dinner together and you laughed at my terrible jokes and we made love and fell asleep tangled together. That's being a wife. That's being a partner. And you're extraordinary at it." "But what if I'm just performing again? What if I'm so scared of failing that I'm just going through th

“Everything with you becomes about us.” “Someone is threatening you.” The line went quiet. Damien lowered his voice. “I don't know who it is yet, but until I do, you're staying somewhere I can protect you.” Sophia swallowed. “I don't need you to protect me.” “Maybe not,” Damien replied. “But you're my wife now.” Her heart tightened at those words. “We're not really married.” “To everyone else, we are.” “And to you?” Damien paused. He didn't know why that simple question suddenly felt so difficult to answer.

A slow, condescending smile curved her lips as she looked down at me, her eyes dripping with sheer contempt. "You really believe you're playing the devoted mother now, don't you, Abigail?" Vienna purred, her voice dropping into a dangerous, weaponized whisper. "It’s tragic, really. You wake up with a blank brain, put on a sweet little smile, and pretend the last ten years never happened." "I am her mother," I declared fiercely, holding my ground. "And I am Liam's wife." Vienna let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed off the high ceilings. "Wife? You are a temporary glitch in the system, Abigail. A broken woman living on borrowed time. You need to step back and stay away from Liam before y

Her closeness was becoming increasingly irritating, and I felt a surge of excitement when I saw my wife reappear, ready to intervene. “I gently pushed her away, realizing that no respectable woman would act like that. She confronted me, annoyance evident in her voice. 'Why did you push me?' she asked. I responded firmly, 'I have a wife. If you can't respect yourself, at least respect my commitment and my marriage. I am a married man.'

The woman slowly turned her body and stared at me with fury in her eyes. It's her, my enemy's wife. Mr. Bennett's wife is a stunning woman. Her hair is light brown, and her eyes are the color of hazelnut. She has a slender body with subtle curves and an impressive stature. She is the wife of my enemy. Mr. Bennett's wife is a stunning woman. Her hair is light brown, and her eyes have the color of hazelnuts. She has a slender body with subtle curves and an impressive stature. "I think you urgently need to buy a pair of glasses. Madam, she is your mother, not me. Do you know who I am? I am the wife of the man responsible for paying

“The person you should be worried about is your wife. Can she handle our mom?” She called me Andro’s wife, and the man liked it very much because he looked at me and smiled.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

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!”