The Yellow Wife Summary Novels & Stories

What a waste. “You’re just trying to brainwash my son,” The old woman pushed me to the right side and marched towards Hadyy who’s freezing on his foot doesn’t know what to do in this situation. “Woah! Coming from the woman who tried to stole my husband away from me and my son, quite surprising. I’m thrilled to deepest part of my spine, what a joke,” I slowly walk to their standpoint and stops right in front of her and my husband. “I think it’s more appropriate If I’m the one to say that you should take your filthy hands off my husband. And...don’t ever try to question my right because factually, technically and legally we’re married, I am her wife and so he is my what?” I raised my left brow

He can’t be the CEO of the company, but if my suspicions are correct, it’s a shame I even bumped into him. “Let it go, hon. Her position suits her. Karen’s decision was just right.” The witch said again that her husband must be her husband because he called her hon. I didn’t say a word and left, continuing to the cleaning department. Will Loid feel the rush of blood?

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

Let them have their moment of drama. Then came the inevitable: “What do you think you’re doing?!” That one was definitely aimed at me. Still, I didn’t turn. I kept looking outside. At the sky. The trees. The places I’d rather be. Anywhere but here.....Anywhere but inside this house, in this moment. Because here I was, the wife, sitting quietly, while my husband’s mistress stood behind me, screaming in my bedroom, acting like she belonged here. The ridiculousness of it all hit me. And I smiled.

Crusher and that lingering sense of satisfaction—knowing he had stepped onto Daniel’s turf right in front of him. His little stunt, however, would have bigger consequences than he expected. Once the gossip spread and reached his wife, all hell would break loose. Alice had always handled her husband’s affairs with dignity, if that was even possible, but she had her limits. “How can you be so disgusting?” “Leave me alone, Alice.” “Daniel Crusher’s wife—right in front of everyone! You have no respect for anything!” “We’ve had this conversation a thousand times. Why do you keep bringing it up?”

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

> "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

“My lawyer is outside. I told him I wanted to talk to you alone because I want to settle this amicably. I’m trying here, Jack, so don’t fight with me and I would appreciate it if you would just cooperate with me.” “What do you want me to do to fix this, Hyacinth? Because I’m honestly confused about everything. You say you’re not my wife and then you also say you are not filing divorce. How is this supposed to work? Because, I want to fix this. I promise you-” “The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?”

I am a person who has met the small woman and the tall man in a kitchen of an apartment of a man the woman is going to marry on a Sunday afternoon, in the way that women meet the small women and the tall men in kitchens of apartments of men the women are going to marry on Sunday afternoons when the women are the kind of women who are going to marry the men the women meet the small women and the tall men of in the kitchens of the apartments of the men the women are going to marry. I am a person who is going to be a wife. I am a person who has a small bag from Boston. I am a person who is going to be a wife in the way that wives are wives when the wives are the kind of wives who are going to b

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.