The Yellow Wife Summary Novels & Stories

“I think it's better I drive.” “I'm not drunk, Yuri.” Yuri frowns, “You called a random stripper my sister.” Everyone laughs like it's some terrible joke, but nothing here is funny. Nothing here will convince me that woman isn't my wife, I will prove everyone wrong, especially Yuri. As her brother, he should know better but somehow he can't recognize her. Maybe I'm a little too obsessed with my wife but I would never mistake her for another woman. “Call Rafe, I need him to find out everything you can about my wife from—”

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."

"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.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

He knew the walk home was too far, so when he spotted an open room, he darted inside. Another young man lay on the bed. His wife was gently tucking the blanket around him, making sure not a single corner was left uncovered. Beside them stood a five-year-old boy holding a cup of warm water, calling "Daddy" in the sweetest voice. For some reason, Ash's eyes welled up again, but he didn't let himself cry. He still had to borrow a blanket for his dad.

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

“Why don't you just tell me who you are?” I was irritated by the man, so I stood up and looked him in the eye. “Listen, I'm Ron Moore's wife. If you're planning something, I suggest you give it up!” “Ron's wife?” The man lifted his chin slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title over and over again. “Ron Moore's wife. Interesting!” “You'd better let me go! If my husband finds out I'm gone, he'll search the whole city. Maybe he'll kill you!”

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

“You mean Sofia?” “Her real name is Valeria.” Mike ran a hand through his hair. “Wait. The woman you've been calling Sofia all this time is your wife?” “Yes.” Mike let out a stunned laugh. “This is unbelievable.” Ivan didn't smile. Mike quickly became serious. “So the woman in your mansion right now isn't your wife?” “No.” “And the woman you call your personal assistant is?” “Yes.” Mike sighed. “Wow.” “I was shocked.” Mike raised both hands. “Sorry. I'm just trying to understand all this.”

“Your wife?” Yuri asked as the words exploded out of his mouth. Fany was shocked stupid. She pointed at Sabrina, “She…how could she be your wife? She was practically a beggar. She stayed with us when she was younger, with a head full of lice and shoes filled with holes. I washed her hair and bought her pretty clothes, but she stole our family’s…” “You liar! I hope your whole family dies a gruesome death!” A sharp and pitiful voice drifted in from outside the room at that moment.