Wife Flash Novels & Stories

Pain and anger surged within me as I read the reports that portrayed me negatively. It felt as if I had been stabbed repeatedly by my own husband and Mrs. Lina. Unsatisfied with the tragedy of my daughter Serena's death, they were now spreading false news aimed at ruining my public reputation. Misinformation, rumors, and unfounded accusations seemed to be their weapons to destroy everything. This was truly outrageous and utterly absurd.

"Who threw my wife into the sea?" Every gaze turned toward Vanessa. Her face drained of color. Terror flooded her eyes. "No! It wasn’t me, I—" The words died as Khalid drew his gun and fired into her leg. Her scream tore through the air, high and piercing, making every scalp prickle. "It wasn’t me!" she sobbed, clutching her bleeding thigh. Her eyes locked on me in desperation. "It was her! She dragged your wife into the water! Everyone saw. It was her!"

to death! She knew she was in for a wild ride with Sebastian Woods as her husband..... Irritated by the commotion, Grandpa Woods stood up, raising his walking stick in the air. "What’s with all the cat and dog fights?” Sheila, still nursing her stinging cheek, stepped forward, her hands clutching her face as though it would somehow shield her from the embarrassment. Her eyes were glassy and red, the aftermath of not just the slap but the humiliation that followed. She could feel the stares of the other Woods family members, their expressions a mix of surprise and concern.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Opehila who was constantly looking at Riah with a lovesick expression widned her eyes and walked over in her helols, raising her purse. She uses it to attack Zach, while she said with her eyes red. Screaming, "How dare you punch my husband? You wicked thing!" Zach darkened his eyes. He really felt annoyed to this wi and husbandpair. HE was planning on raisisng his ahnd to this woman too when Riah suddenly came upto him and punch him back. Riah hugged Opeheila to his chest while looking at Zach with his cheeks swollen. "Dont raise a hand on my wife!"

He yell making her flinch "I'm your wife..please" "You're not my wife,you're a slut! You're a witch who knows nothing than a way of how to kill her own husband... you're a big slut who is so desperate to give her self out just so she could be laid and-" he didn't finish as Zuwairah slapped him so hard on his cheek Yes my love,this is the reaction I want from you,I want you to hate me,hate me so so much that you wouldn't want to see my face again. Hate me and go away from here

Charles whispered. Wife! He had referred to her as wife! She was his wife. And now it was time to be his wife! Relaxing her body of her own accord in an act of submission to him, she clung harder to him. "I love you, husband!"Fiona confessed for all the hardships they've endured ,she finally confessed she has a crush on Fiona.

I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening. But then— “Oh... shit*! Oh yeah! Just like that! Just like that! Fuvk!” My hand went to the doorknob. I closed my eyes, whispering a silent prayer that I was just mishearing. That my heart wasn’t about to be torn in two. But the moment I twisted the knob and opened the door— “Shit… I’m about to cum!” The words rang in my ears. And there he was. Felix Wade. My husband. Naked. Kneeling on our matrimonial bed, making love to another woman!

~~~Nash~~~ I never expected this day to come. Not like this. My own wife— the woman I chose, the woman I thought I loved, the one I threw everything away for—just slapped me across the face in my own house. The sting is still burning on my skin. My cheek throbs. I can still feel the wetness of her spit sliding slowly down toward my jaw. I’m frozen.

Within seconds, Noah was restrained, his protests cut short as we pushed past him into the house. The scent hit first, perfume, thick and eww how disgusting, the smell of sex. Don't tell me this asshole was actually fucking another woman while his wife was somewhere in the house dying? " Noah, who is—" I turned my eyes ahrply to her and shut my eyes for a split second. Such filth to behold. Delilah. Draped across the sofa in red lace, like she’d been waiting for an audience. Her eyes widened the second she saw me.