The Wives Novels & Stories

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.

"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?"

"Just some final signatures." Ethan gave my hand a parting squeeze before walking away with them, leaving me alone with the three wives. The moment the men were out of earshot, the stifling corporate mask dissolved, and the women shifted closer, their faces beaming with curiosity. "Well, now that they’re gone, we finally get to talk," the woman to my left smiled, pulling a sleek cardholder from her Chanel clutch. "I’m Julianna. My husband handles the logistics side. We really need to become familiar with each other since our husbands are official partners now."

' Wife? ' Mrs. Wright? ' ' What's happening? ' . . . . . . . . . .

Would they be quietly disposed of there? At that moment, many of the wives began reflecting on their relationships with their husbands. Their marriages were at least decent, right? If something happened to them there, their husbands would look for them, wouldn't they? The wives were filled with regret. Why had they gotten so close to Kate? Could anyone save them now? But there was one—Rhea! In an instant, everyone subtly shifted closer to Rhea. However, they didn't dare to be too obvious, so they just inched toward her little by little.

All wives want to fuck other guys. That may seem obvious to you, unless you are one of those husbands who can't face that fact, and push it away from their consciousness. But they do, of course they do. Some wives don't act on it (though many or possibly even most do), whether out of empathy for their husband, or timidity, or a sense of duty, or whatever, but they all want to, and they all have their own private fantasy orgies and bring themselves to orgasm by mentally fucking and sucking men known or unknown to their husbands, just as their husbands have their own fantasies.

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

His name trending—not for a deal closed or a partnership secured, but for the scandal unraveling in public view. He scrolled absently, each buzz a reminder of the fallout. Of what he’d built—then burned. And still… Not one message from the only two people who had once made all of it mean something. Articles spreading like wildfire. Tweets, Reddit threads, F******k reels—all speculating about the marketing tycoon with two wives. With two lives. One post showed a photo of Andrea and Celina, side by side, their faces juxtaposed under the title: Which One Is the Real Mrs. Reyes?

Ryan immediately stopped him and grabbed him by his collar as he said to him, "Don't you dare to touch her. She is not yours. She is mine. She is my officially wedded wife." Jack started laughing and said to him mockingly as he brushed aside his hands and got himself free from his grip, " Well, I'm sorry to say that your officially wedded wife is my mistress." Everyone was dumbfounded hearing his ridiculous words as they looked at him with disgust. Nichole started crying and Ryan who had been holding back his anger till now lost his temper and threw a punch in his face and said to him in a fierce tone, " Dare you to say that again."

She gushed, “You will be attending right? Maybe you can help talk to the wives of these partners to make things smoother for him! That way, you gain his attention and also show you are valuable” I thought about it for a moment, the plan seemed doable. If there was something I had gotten from all the parties and celebrations I had attended for years now, was that women played a major role in aligning their husband’s business dealings. They could totally make things easier and less stressful than it was supposed to be. A smile formed on my face as I imagined myself playing a role in Hudson’s business. It would definitely help to change his perspective about me i