Wag Wife Novels & Stories

I said, pointing at the floor. I pointed at the photo of Zara and the young man and continued, "That woman is my wife." The crowd fell silent for a moment before they burst into laughter. "Where did this crazy pauper come from? Did he go insane from thinking about money too much?" "Are you blind? That woman is Mr. Alan Barrington's wife. She's the CEO of Apex Group! She would never be attracted to a pauper like you. Stop dreaming!" What was going on?

“I’m trying to think.” Agnes crossed her arms, her expression set in a stubborn line. “Think about what, Anderson? How to chase after a woman who’s already moved on? You’re wasting your time.” Anderson turned to face her, his eyes narrowing. “This isn’t your concern,” he said coldly. “Wanda is my wife. I have to find a way to fix this.” Agnes rolled her eyes, her frustration bubbling over. “Wanda left you, Anderson,” she repeated, her voice laced with exasperation. “She doesn’t want you back. And you know what? Maybe that’s for the best.”

“I deserve to know why my wife is being mistreated by her own family,” Bang! Her eardrums vibrated shockingly loud at the mention of that statement, My Wife! This was new! New especially to her ears. Paige gulped in her saliva and peeked at his face. He seemed so serious that she dared not to take it as a joke even when her heart told her it was. “Contracted wife, actually ” She let out a fake smile and lowered her head. Paige had never shared her family problem with any person apart from George and Jennie, since those two were the closest friends she ever had.

“She’s just a prostit-” “She’s my wife, you fucking animal,” Adrian said and shoved the clerk back. He crashed on the other side of the counter with an earth-shattering thud. The clerk stood up and grabbed a pen. “I- I’m sorry. That would be Mister and Missus?” “Smith,” Adrian said smooth and pulled an I.D. card from his wallet. “My wife’s I.D. is in her luggage. I trust you won’t need it?” “Nu- no, Sir, Mister Smith.”

"I'm not being arrogant, but that's the reality. Just so you know, your husband is a rich businessman. So you are a rich businessman's wife, Mrs. Raga." You can see how surprised Yasmin was when her husband called her as Mrs. Raga. "Mrs. Raga? My name is Yasmin!" "Yes Yasmin but you are my wife. So you are Raga's mistress." Rolling her eyes lazily, Yasmin shook her head. The woman began to get off the bed making Raga immediately confused. "Where are you going?" asked Raga. "Back to the room. Talking to you makes my blood boil!" "You're not going to sleep here? Just sleep here."

She taps play. The clip begins grainy, then sharpens—capturing the dim glow of a restaurant. Wade sits at the center of the frame, his arm draped around a blonde woman whose laughter rings hollow through the speakers. Across the table, Victoria’s face is composed but stiff, her eyes betraying humiliation as she watches her husband feed another woman wine.

“Dude for real, even Trisha? I couldn’t fire her because Dad employed her, Alice bounced that girl out immediately, no I love What she’s doing for me, it’s been really peaceful recently “. “Perks of having a crazy woman as a wife “.

"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. "

“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!”

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.