Wife And Husband Story の小説・ストーリー

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.

“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!”

The police’s words put us completely at ease. When we walked out of the police station, Shen Zeyan held my hand. The street lamps stretched our shadows long. He said softly: “I’m sorry. I’ve been too busy lately and neglected you, leaving you to face this alone. No matter what happens from now on, we’ll solve it together.” I shook my head: “We’re husband and wife. We should face everything together.” At that moment, I deeply realized: True marital security comes from trust and standing together, not from testing and hiding.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

Continuing to look away, he gets a robe. “Is this something you needed to check off your checklist? Is this how low you think of me and our marriage?” He handed her the robe. “Cover yourself up. Please.” “What are you saying, Nikolai? You said you play husband and wife. Well, here we are. What kind of married couple doesn't sleep with each other?” “The kind that stays married even if one of them wants a divorce. You would be surprised how many married couples don't get to have a happily ever after, Isobelle. We'd simply be another non-significant addition to that statistic.”

you are not before sukoon could complete the sentences vihaan holds her neck and said "Don't you dare" Don't you dare to say that we are married, you are my wife and nobody can change this fact. Sukoon started to cry more and said "vihaan I hate you" . I was waiting for you since morning but you didn't come. Daily you came home late without thinking about your wife. I don't want to talk with you. You are so bad. Why should I come? When my own wife didn't want to spend time with me I want to spend time with you vihaan. Don't lie sukoon you are the one who told me to stay away from you. Vihaan there is nothing like that

August who reassured her that she wasn’t alone, that he would take care of everything. And he did. Days turned into weeks of recovery, and every time she opened her eyes, it seemed he was there. Tobi too, with his easy jokes and gentle warmth, like the brother she never had. But it was August’s presence that lingered in her chest—the man who had nearly taken her life, now saving it. What began with an accident slowly grew into something else. Gratefulness became dependence, dependence softened into affection, and affection deepened into love. By the time August asked her to be his wife, she no longer saw the accident as tragedy. She saw it as fate.

I cracked them up. They returned to their seats and gave us their attention. “My wife and I had promised to share our love story once again,” I began. Irene chuckled and took it up from there. “ My husband and I have a secret that might shock my dad too. It is very big news that will cause an uproar, “ she added.

All these facts always make my heart bleed in pain. I see ladies, especially girls from my college fighting because of my husband and I can't even walk up to them and say, “Bitches! He's my fucking husband!" But how will I tell them that he's a cold and arrogant husband who doesn't love me. My husband is not just for me, he's for everyone, he can never be mine alone. He is MR POPULAR. My name is Constance Williams and you are about to read my love story...

Davis’ P.O.V. “Good morning, my beautiful wife.” I woke Lisa, brushing that long beautiful hair of hers back. We’d just gotten back from our week-long honeymoon, where we stayed in our room for almost the entire trip. We couldn’t seem to break apart long enough to enjoy a lot of the things in Hawaii, but I wouldn’t change how it went. “Good morning, my handsome husband.” It was no longer a Viking and his Warrior, no, it was now a husband and his wife. Although, the Viking and Warrior are still there, just hidden for a moment.