The Winemaker's Wife Novels & Stories

He replied like a high schooler "Who caught those idiots" "It's me" We shouted I remembered Damian face he has stayed up all night to catch the woman that was destroying him from within. "Ma'am?" the store clerk asked "I am.... sorry we are happy for you. Please take this little token" she handed me a quality wine "Thank you, I am grateful" I replied joyfully receiving carefully putting the wine in my bag. "Madam?" the store clerk called "Are you his wife?" "No, his not married" I laughed

Groaning in annoyance at the foul smell, his eyes fell on the wine bottles. “The fuck?” He picked one up, staring at the name, his mouth agape. His wife truly was unstoppable. The fuck she went into his wine room and got out a few wine. They were expensive, even more expensive than the modern-day wine. These wines he’d acquired at auctions and other functions were given for free to the stupid people by his wife.

Every small motion screamed apology, yet it drew him in closer without him realizing. “And tonight...” she hesitated, voice barely audible. “What Marcus said at the club...” Adrian paused, noticing her fingers tighten around his sleeve. “He said your wife is more elegant than me,” she whispered. “I know he’s right,” she murmured bitterly, lowering her gaze. “She comes from a powerful family. I’m just... someone your family helped. A sponsored student.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, though he didn’t move immediately. A flicker of old hurt from years ago surfaced, just enough to remind him that some wounds never fully heal.

It was as late as her apology. A vendor that I had worked with for a long time called me and told me that there was a dinner party tonight. He told me to deliver a whole pig over. The buyer was a very rich man. He offered to pay three times the market price. I went to the mansion following the address I was given. The man at the entrance saw me and looked shocked. “Professor Taylor, it’s only been five years! Why do you look so haggard?” Someone asked him curiously, “Mr. Reid, do you know him?”

“Darling, congratulations on your anniversary. I wish you guys many happy years as a beautiful couple.” I smiled. That would only work if I could talk to my husband right now. “Thank you, I smiled.” “And it looks like there’s a little one coming soon.” She looked at my tummy and I smiled. Fuck I wanted to be out of here immediately. The woman, who I remember her name to be Mrs Huston, is a family friend and I didn’t want to be rude to her but I had to see my husband before he made a mistake that could ruin both of us.

Another man steps in front of him, glaring. Noah turns to the bartender. “She is my wife and she is drunk. I need to take her home, please.” The bartender nods and turns to the rest. “He’s her husband, let him take her home. The mash needs ro rest, okay guys?”

They are eager to listen. "This wine name, on the other hand, was inspired by my wife's attitude," I made clear as I continued to swirl the liquid inside the glass. But my thoughts were still on my wife, who is visible and not far from where I am sitting. "She truly is a Queen. Not overly elegant, sophisticated, ladylike, or even a class lady. She is a queen because her heart was kind, innocent, and thoughtful. Also, a queen who is not afraid to try new things. She is so sweet that she can turn even the most bitter heart into a soft, sweet one. Sweet Queen, this…" I said, holding the bottle of wine.

In Zen's thought, "women are just a toy and entertainment part, and one man can never be satisfied by one woman. They need many and like dresses, woman should be changed as well. The greed for them is like drugs and the more you have the more addicted you get." As the days pass, Karan gets eager to meet the boss aka me who was just the pawn. I didn't pay attention at all but then one moment came and I had to come. The desire to meet his wife got stronger but I couldn't meet her, so he called me for the party which was the day after. And I had no plans to hung there but again the mention of Dia made me stop

> "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

The doctors and nurses, sensing the tension, quickly made themselves scarce. I watched Rowena, her hand on her cheek, her eyes wide with shock, and felt absolutely no pleasure. Slapping her a thousand times would not bring back the baby I had lost. "You dare to hit me?" Rowena stumbled forward, grabbing Wilson's collar in a frenzy, tears streaming down her face. "Wilson, you hit me for the other woman?" Wilson had been looking away, trying to contain the storm of emotions, but he snapped when she called me the other woman. He caught her hand and shoved her back. "Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married."