Thick Wife Novels & Stories

“Don’t make me laugh, child. She didn’t stop there. Of course she didn’t. Because women like her never do. Women like her — the perfect, blonde, icy wife with the yoga body and the botoxed forehead — they always feel like they’ve got more to say. Like the world asked for their opinion. Like someone handed them a mic and begged for their judgment. She folded her arms under her suspiciously perky boobs and tilted her head again like she was trying to figure out whether to insult me with sugar or spit. “My husband is around,” she said, voice suddenly low and sharp like broken glass under silk. “And I don’t want him seeing thick, fat asses and thighs from teenage girls walking around the house l

"That cake is for Ashton. Why did you take it without asking?" "Oh my, Mrs. Anggia. Everywhere, whatever belongs to a husband automatically becomes the wife's. If this cake is for Mr. Ashton, then it's no problem for me to taste it too. After all, I am his wife," Alice emphasized the word 'wife' directly in front of Anggia to make her realize not to keep trying to tempt her husband. "Besides, why are you so persistent in bothering another woman's husband? Mrs. Anggia, aren't you available or something?"

Jonathan has sent a message this time. ["It looks like my dear sister-in-law likes the rich man. Is this why you wanted to get shares so badly to become rich? Are you trying to satisfy her? But alas! brother! Your wife doesn't just want a rich man, she wants a handsome man. Not a crippled and ugly person like you. The wife you were so proud of I think she will leave you very soon for some rich man. I suggest you to keep your eyes on her because if you don't keep an eye on your wife, one day she will be gone right under your nose and you can't do anything about it."]

What is this, some kind sick joke? “I married Thor and when he became the king, I became his queen. Things were easy, I was pregnant and in love until I lost my husband to the brutal hands of death. I was young and weak and the council wanted to take away the kingdom from my hands, I knew at that moment that I needed to fight to keep the throne, and that’s exactly what I did.” We all stare at her, unable to say any word.

From the outside, their life together appeared to be a fairytale, a picture-perfect union of power and prestige. But behind closed doors, Maria's reality was far from idyllic. The opulent mansion they called home was filled with an eerie silence, a haunting reminder of the loneliness she endured day after day. Thompson, consumed by his own ambitions and desires, had little time for his wife. He never introduced her to his colleagues or appeared by her side at social events. Instead, he kept her hidden away, like a dark secret he was ashamed to acknowledge.

It seemed like she hadn't yet gotten over the loss, as if she was going through a very tough time. "Like, all... big." "Big?" "You know! With a lot of flesh." "But what the hell are you talking about?" "Thick legs, wide hips, all that bust and that butt. Fat," he explained abruptly. He's talking about his wife, about her appearance. "I don't like the way this conversation is going. We're talking about Alice, your wife. How can you express yourself like that?" he asked, not believing it. Even if they had confidence, this way of talking about her wasn't right, especially about

She answered, biting down her lip. The woman’s eyes lit up even further, “Oh really? I do too.” Then she paused, a short laughter leaving her mouth as she pointed to her stomach, “At least I used to before this happened, but it feels so good to finally meet a ‘Billy-Wife’ whose job isn’t a model, actress or luxury brand owner.” “Billy-wife?” Katelyn’s brown knitted in confusion. “Billionaire wife.” Mr Ericson answered for her, gazing down at his wife with unbridled affection, “That’s just what my wife calls them for short.”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "