The Winemaker's Wife Novels & Stories

The other woman stares into her wine like it holds answers her marriage doesn’t. And Mara. Mara sits beside me, playing her part, but I can see the resignation creeping in. The acceptance. The slow death of whatever hope she walked into this retreat with. “More wine, darling?” I ask, playing my role. “Please.” I pour. Our fingers brush. She pulls back like I’ve shocked her. Across the table, Worthington gives me an approving nod. Like I’m successfully training my wife to maintain proper distance. The thought makes me sick.

I asked, "I'm good sir, uhm your wife isn't in her office,” she said, "Where's she?” I asked, worry kicking in, "She went to pick a gift for a customer,” I scrunched my brows in confusion, so she went further to explain. “She went to pick a wine for a customer, she's in the wine cellar," “Why didn't she just get someone to do it, this woman is crazy," “She said she wanted to do it herself," okay, I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Daniel shifted his gaze to her face and whatever he saw in those beautiful brown eyes of hers left him speechless, and he could only nod as if caught in a trance. The couple exchanged a knowing look. “Good then, I'll take you to the winery so you can make it. Although, you can always tell us when you get tired,” she told them while leading them to the winery. “You have to de-stem the fruit. You can use barefoot if you like,” she showed them where to do it. After showing them the necessary things, she quickly left them to it. Regina frowned. “I thought you've known them for years, then how come you don't even know where to de-stem it?” She asked.

ROBYN “Oh, my God.” I almost choked on my food, and they were delicious. The red wine was amazing with a distinct smoky taste. “Do you like red wine?” “Yeah.” I nodded. “It’s so good.” She smiled proudly. “His family owns the wine. The one you’re drinking is named after me.” Terzo smiled proudly at his wife. I could see how much they loved and respected each other. Even a blind person could see it.

She'd been named after the goddess and had served in her temple when she was still human. “Are you going to stand there staring at me or are you going to let me in?” she smirked. I stepped away and she walked in. “I brought you this.” She raised a bottle of wine. “It's from my vineyard; it's a 1950s merlot,” she grinned and handed it to me. “Hello beautiful” I kissed her on the lips. She smiled back and kissed me. “Let's keep this in the cellar. Kerion isn't available right now” I said leading her to my cellar”

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

Eliza Garner’s husband, Oberon Wesley, Orion Wesley, and Orion’s Caucasian wife all stood next to the dining table. Once everyone had sat down, Oberon immediately opened a bottle of red wine. “Come on. We used to be neighbors and the best of friends. After not seeing each other for many years, we must drink up for the lost time. This is a pure red wine Orion had brought over from France. I heard it’s from the Coleman Winery. A single bottle costs over three thousand dollars!” This time, Eliza was not the only person who intended to show off to Helen’s family. Oberon wanted to do the same.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

A woman walked out of a room, and shushed the kids. “Quiet! Quiet down children! give the couple some space!” My eyes blinked. Couple? I looked at Theodore, then down at his arm in my elbow... We did look like a couple. I could never marry Theodore though. He is too much like a sibling to me. I nicely pulled my arm away from him, as the children moved to let the lady through. “We are not a couple ma’am.” I generously said. “ I am a young lady who has no husband. I am a winemaker, and I need workers.” The lady dropped her job at my word. She was in awe at the idea of a lady winemaker.