Wife Dominates Husband Stories Novels & Stories

A woman beside the vegetables let out a horrified sound. “Oh my God.” Another woman folded her arms tightly. “Five months pregnant?” she said. “That woman is evil.” “No,” another answered sharply. “Both of them are evil. Where was the husband while all this was happening?” A third woman shook her head slowly. “Men like that always stand and watch while another woman destroys their wife.” “They said she was a maid before marriage,” someone else added. “Imagine what that poor girl must have suffered in that house.” “So they destroyed her life and covered it up for a year?” another woman said in disbelief.

"I see you're up to your old tricks again. Couldn't fuck your way into my husband's pocketbook so you found yourself a new mark, isn't that right?" I try to speak, but the gag in my mouth simply won't let me. All that comes out are muffled sounds that seem to give Janice delight. She giggles and begins to circle around me like a wolf stalking its prey. "I like that story you tried to tell before we fired you," she says, speaking slowly. "That my husband came on to you. Do you have any idea how many women he fends off daily? How many gorgeous women? Models! Actresses! All of them want him, but he never gave in to temptation, and you expect me to believe he would break our marital vows for a m

In the end, my life-saving deed earned me nothing but a ridiculous marriage with Yaron. Memories rushed back—the sharp sting of steel needles piercing my fingers, the suffocating darkness of the closet, the agony of bleeding out alone. A shiver ran down my spine. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake. I forced a faint smile and met Mrs. Hayes's gaze. "I did it willingly. There's no need to bring it up again." "And please don't tell Yaron what I said today. I don't want him thinking I'm playing hard to get."

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

"I had heard that the wife eats food after the husband. And in my case did I have my dinner or not she doesn't care about it at all. When I reach home late at night, she went to sleep having her food. Doesn't even wait for me. In the past, People use to give the status of God to the husband and in this era, wives do not even consider us as human." Sharad put his painful story in front of us. And I was listening to their story with enjoyment. As I don't have any story to share with them. "And my girlfriend loves to spend my money like water. She is a very very demanding person. Always insist to take her shopping. And she is dying hearted fan of jewelry. Whenever she goes on shopping with me

Her image was completely broken before she could even build a proper one. ‘How could I remain as his wife if his cohorts think I am a slut who goes sleeping with other men while my husband was still missing?’ “He looked like he was into both men and women,” her husband continued. “He is not. Dear husband, you should trust me a bit more. If you couldn’t trust me at all, you shouldn’t have married me in the first place,” Vivian said in a slightly annoyed tone. “What was that again?” he barked at her. “Nothing. Shouldn’t we talk about more important things?” She was rather getting tired of the topic.

She nodded. “It’s a common thing in Nitholirc to share a wife among multiple brothers. Take your case, My lady. You have five husbands, and as a wife, it’s your both duty and obligation to take care of each one’s needs. Upon completion of bonding, you can understand each other better by sharing your feelings. They all can feel your sentiments, but you, you can only sense the prominent ones.” “Prominent ones?” “The one with heavy and strong sentiments at that moment. The flutters you’re feeling are not yours, it belongs to one of them. One who is most affected by what happened in the dining room,”

he asked She sighed before replying, “It is said that no matter how much your husband loved you before marriage, they all change after marriage, they want their wives to cook for them, clean for them, do the laundry, have babies, then cook, clean and wash for the babies too , the romance flies out of the window and ...,” she blabbered on.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.