Romans & histoires Wife After Love Manga

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Held in her other hand was a bouquet of flowers that represented everlasting love. Maria stood beside Luna, both wearing charming pastel color dresses. Only Maria’s was pink while Luna's was purple. Once the couple was finally announced as husband and wife, they shared a sweet kiss signifying their union. The reception was soon underway, and when it came time for the bride to throw her bouquet, many women who were in attendance eagerly made their way to the middle of the floor. While everyone hoped to catch the bouquet, Maria paid no attention to their actions, allowing herself to be fed cake from Luna and Richard. Akihito, who sat beside Richard, found the sight of the two half-cousins figh

What was his connection to him in the past? “Where is my wife?” The crisp voice and the gaze of hatred halted Wikanya. Why... even though we are together, the feeling is not different from a past life. “Sra…” “Don’t call me by that name again...” “Why, why are you ignoring me like this?!” Wikanya raised her hand against her chest, sobbing in pain. “Even though I did everything for you…” The icy gaze of the young man stared at the young woman emotionlessly. But in his heart, the pain became even more painful to see his wife’s body. But it’s not the wife he loves.

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?

Because hard is survivable and we have both proven that separately and completely and the surviving is better when you choose the right person to do it with. I have chosen. Clearly. Completely. From fullness. From a woman who knows herself well enough now to trust that love does not require her to be less. I know what love is now. Not the version I had at a stove on a Tuesday evening remembering rosemary because he had mentioned once that lemon was too sharp. That was management. Careful, devoted, exhausting management dressed up as love. Love is the rosemary jar I took when I left. The one I kept on my shelf not for him but as proof that I was capable of caring enough about someone to chang

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

She heard something on the other end of the line, and her expression suddenly changed. "What? Someone filed a real-name complaint against me? Who is it? "Alright. I'm on my way." My lips curled into a smile. I knew that she was getting released that day, so I filed that complaint with her rescue unit this morning. As she turned to leave, I stopped her. "Melissa, I told you I'd make you pay." She frowned and walked off anyway. That afternoon, the building manager called. "Hi, a woman named Melissa Lane is claiming to be your wife. She showed us your marriage certificate and is causing a scene at the gate."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Her hand reached for my arm, her tone too flirty. I caught her wrist firmly, not aggressive, just enough to halt her. “Don’t do that,” I said flatly. “I have a wife. If you don’t know.” Her face twisted slightly, a smug smirk creeping in. “The wife you don’t love?” she said, voice laced with venomous curiosity. “Everyone knows that story, Mr. Williams. Why pretend now?” I don’t know what snapped. But something did. I grabbed her wrist again, harder this time, dragging her just a step closer.

Barely even letting me reach the afterworld. But I continued the conversation anyway "So what you are trying to say now is that you don't love your wife, Stacy?" I peered into his eyes questioningly Every answer came with hesitation, like he was trying to find the perfect answer or a perfect lie "What the truth is, is that there is no woman I have loved as much as Ashina. I care about Stacy though. She is my wife now. Even though I loved Ashina more than anything, she's dead and there is nothing I can do about it."