Wag Wife Novels & Stories

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

She knew he was there. For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Adrian broke the silence. “First, you disappeared,” he said. “Then you came back with a different identity... and you thought I wouldn’t find out?” Aria’s kept her gaze on the city. “Mr. Wolfe,” she said calmly, “we don’t have a relationship.” A pause followed. “I was never your real wife. I was a stand-in. A contract.” Her tone didn’t change. “You knew that before the wedding. And you still went through with it.”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

"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?"

she says. "Mama please.My wife doesn't need ai stress. I'll take your luggage,"he says carrying it. "You call this snake a wife.Shs is going to kill you in your sleep,"she says. She elevates her stinking feet on my chairs.

" she screamed. She turned to Elizabeth. "Mrs. Warde Senior, this woman had been eyeing the Warde family. She even called you a useless old hag behind your back. She said as long as I helped her seize the Warde family, everything she owned would be mine. She even promised to be loyal to me and do whatever I instructed. "I wondered why she had no dignity despite being born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She was the heir to the Warde family, too. Now I understand. She isn't confident because she's an imposter!"

Please leave me alone on my romantic date with my woman. “You look like him,” the sales clerk giggles, and at that moment, her eyes might as well have been heart-shaped. It’s obvious that she has taken an interest in me. “So...” she looks between me and Paige and bites her lower lip. “Is that your little sister?” Paige turns her head, and the insulted look on her face makes me stifle a laugh. “Nope,” I say in an amused voice and take another sip from my coffee before continuing. “That beautiful red-headed woman over there is my wife.”

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

“Mother, that girl is my wife.” “Yes, but not for long.” the woman said, as settled on the couch, “I don't understand what is going on with you, why are you allowing yourself to be manipulated by that loose girl? I don't understand why you and your grandmother can't see her for who she truly is, a manipulator and a whore.” “Mother, aren't those words a little too harsh? I mean what if all of these accusations are just lies and just an orchestrated trap?” “Oh please, who in this city will waste their precious time setting a trap for her. I'm telling you, she is just playing victim.” The woman insisted, “You don't know Paige like I do, if only you did, you wouldn't be bothering yourself with h

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.