Wife Dominates Husband Stories Novels & Stories

I can see that she was silenced again and then sit beside me, "Hmmm two woman with one man, the other one claiming she is his one great love and the other one is the unfortunate wife" "Oh, so there is really that kind of love story huh, so they live all together in one house?" "I am not sure but it seems it is fine with the wife that her husband is with his great love." "Oh, hmmm how about you? can you stand having that kind of situation?" "No, I will always do the right thing..." "That explains, you really did the right thing.." And then she stare at me and rolled her eyes on me, "What!? Did I say something wrong?"

This human, with her contaminated soul and rotting heart wanted my mate. “He’s my husband,” I growled at the woman. “And we’re not that kind of club. We don’t share our may- husbands. We are monogamous.” Olivia curled her fingers around my wrist and pulled me away from the woman. “Come on, Quinn,” she said. “We should probably get supper started. The boys will be hungry.” “Oh, I see,” the human woman cackled. “Yeh be that kinda women, hey? Slaves to yer husbands, openin’ yer legs and poppin’ out kids ‘cause the bible tells yah so. Is that right?”

Viviana pulled away from her and asked her with concern. “The same thing that happened to you. My husband brought a mistress into the house and demanded divorce from me. She wasn't just pregnant. She came with a baby and my husband was the father of that child. I couldn't take this anymore. He was my fated mate. It would kill me to see him with another woman so I had to let go of him.”

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

“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?”

I looked at the name. "Yours?" She nodded. "It looks like a court case." She turned several pages. Medical reports. Witness statements. "What happened?" I asked. She closed the binder. "My husband reached Dominion." I waited. "He married someone else. A month later, I lost my baby." My throat tightened. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore. "I'm sorry." She slid the binder back onto the shelf. "Everyone in this room has a story like that. Some have stories they'll carry for the rest of their lives."

" I smiled bitterly as soon as he finished speaking. This was my husband, a man who'd not only distanced himself from me for seven years but pushed all responsibility onto me. Nobody in the ward argued against him. We simply had nothing to say to him. Everything would become clear to him once he was sent to prison. However, he misunderstood our silence for fear and began spouting increasingly shameless things. Eventually, Dad reached the limit of his tolerance and kicked him out. Before James could hit the floor, someone carefully supported his weight. I looked up and saw a pregnant woman looking angrily at me and my parents. Although she was dressed plainly, her beauty was evident.