The Younger Wife Novels & Stories

His eyes were like a hawk watching chicks, making her laugh a bit before she said: "I am the wife of your first young master." "What?" Needless to say, the teenager was a bit surprised. Since when did the young master have a wife, why didn't he know? He's only been on leave for three days, so why does the first young master have a wife? "Are you serious?" His eyes did not leave her for a second, as if he did not believe this, he did not hear anything the first young master said. “If you don't believe it, you can ask Mr. Drkov and he will know immediately.”

Vince had completely gone mad, "I'll say this for the very last time. You are the one I had the wedding with, and it is your name that is written on our marriage certificate. You're my wife, the real Mrs. Young. Please, never forget that. Stop mentioning Lynn in front of me!" Emmy was taken aback by Vince’s outburst and her face flushed redder. She shook her head, slightly in disbelief, “No, that's not true. Everyone knows that Lynn is your legal wife, and not me. This marriage is also a union between the Sharma family and the Young family. It has nothing to do with me. I am just a nobody.”

On the other end was her husband’s frantic tone, “Mary, why aren’t you here yet?! The few important leaders brought their wives over, and you’re the only one who’s late! Don’t forget. You’re not the main character today! No! Come here this instant!” “Ah, hubby!” Mary said to her husband cutely, “I know I’m not the main character today, but which of the wives are prettier and younger than me today? Which of them have your rank? Although I’m not the main character, I should at least be in second place.” “What nonsense are you talking about?! Come here right now!” Sean was so angry he was about to scold his wife. Everyone sat there and looked at the cold tyrant seated in the most important part

I know Grant said not to say anything, but I step up next to him and say it anyway. Her eyes bulge, and her mouth drops open. “I am not. He hates his wife.” “That is not true,” Grant says. “Unless they’re divorced, you have no business sniffing around Mr. Young. I know his wife, and she’s a lovely person and also very smart and kind. Which is more than I can say for you. Now, buzz off before I decide not to make the deal with your father’s company he’s been working on for two months.”

He had actually been using her! Quincy’s face hardened as she said, “I heard that Young Master Night was married before this. He had a wife but she was burnt to death in the hospital when she was giving birth. He was busy doing something else back then. He didn’t even care about his wife. Are you sure that you want your daughter to marry a cold and heartless man like that?” Carter glared at his wife after registering her words. “You’re introducing Renee to such a man?”

For the rest of her life, she would continue to be called a home wrecker by people who knew that Ella was Evan's wife. "Why do people in this country love to meddle in other people's business so much? In my country, even ordinary people live together without being married," Nathan asked. The man had now stopped exercising. He looked over at the group of women, or perhaps grandmothers, who were busy pointing at Ajeng. "Everywhere, second wives only want the wealth. I'm on the first wife's side. I feel sorry for Ella, getting cancer because her husband remarried." "I can't imagine how painful it must be for Ella. She had been with her husband since the beginning, and then that woman just casua

I wonder if I met any of the grandsons working with Lady C? “Anyway, I guess he has slept with every socialite girl that is available, even some of the older cougar wives.” She giggles at the thought. I can’t disagree with her assessment though. Many older women in the upper most wealth circles take on young lovers to satisfy needs their husbands can’t. Spouses are window dressing for the public eye. They get their kicks other ways. Lady C is a perfect example of that. The woman actually has a husband somewhere in the world. I have never met him, nor seen him in my three years with her, but I guess it’s more convenient for them to stay married and for his trouble, he lives a leisurely li

I retrieve it and open it. It's a message from my... Young Wife. I can't help the small smile that forms on my face when I see her name. She rewrote her name on my phone. She changed it to My Young Wife. I asked her if there was an older wife, but she replied and said it's because she's young and I'm old. I had a hard time controlling my laugh when I heard that. A thought came into my head then. Maybe I should have married her from the beginning. Yes. I should have made her my wife from the start.

Everything is happening so fast that the girl couldn't even grasp the entire situation. 'Of course, he knows! He's my husband! What kind of ridiculous question was that?!' Ione spatted more irritably. She had expected the younger to hug her and tell her 'I am so happy for you ' 'You are glowing ' 'I hope the pup gets your beautiful features!' But instead, the younger was looking at her with his saucer-like eyes and asking stupid questions. 'We are getting old!' The younger suddenly exclaimed, raising her arms over her head before plopping them back on her lap with a sad expression. Okay, Ione certainly had not expected that statement.

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."