Wife Flash Novels & Stories

"Stop acting innocent!" "Respect my presence here, Felix. Do you have proof of her cheating? And who the hell is Williams?" Reid screeched, he wasn't finding it funny any longer. "He's our high school friend, I knew they were dating but didn't know they were still dating after getting married to you. That was why I wanted the marriage to end by all means…" Felix pointed his index finger at Anna. "You're such a slut!" Reid landed a heavy slap on his cheek. "How dare you call my wife a slut in my presence? Do you even know the insult you're giving me? Is it a difficult task for you to approach me privately and tell me all these?" He blurted at his brother angrily.

And when they all gave birth, it is as if another version of Nigerian Kardashians reincarnated. Life started getting better, vibrant colours shining every where except for Jiddah's marriage when she started catching feelings for her husband. It is not hard falling for Mika'il's caring side but a turn off when you find out who he really is. She braced both his flaws and perfection knowing that is what a wife is supposed to. When he is with little Bushra, he is someone else entirely while to her they just became friends. It didn't make it less easy, he cared for her a lot too.

We always used to do this whenever we witnessed Vishal and Tara's little hormonal episode. Now everything feels okay. I've got my friends back, I have my child with me, I am taking a step away from my past and I have a wife who loves me more than everything. After Zara's death, I had lost our friendship but now it's back. “Stop laughing, I felt same when you kissed Mayra." Vishal scoffed and kissed her again. I smiled and rubbed the back of my neck. “Fuck! You smiled as if kissing is a big thing. Man she's your wife, you've got every right to do so. But why I have a feeling that you didn't have sex yet?"

Layla hadn’t even begun to speak about what she went through as a wife, how she was used, how she was beaten, how she was accused of things she never did, and still, they were already unraveling. Sophia remained the only one pretending not to be affected, even after learning that Layla was connected to the Harthwore family, and knowing that once her son was introduced, it would create waves powerful enough to shift everything, she stood firm—or at least, she pretended to. Zara, on the other hand, had seen it all—the news, the interviews—yet she refused to believe it would last; in her mind, it was all temporary. After all, her mother had been a nobody, and there was no way someone like that

She fiddled with her phone, opening up a tweet that read: “Billionaire Mar cus Stanfield, set to wed Mirabelle Capewood in two weeks instead of her sister, Amanda Capewood.”

“Are you okay, wife?” “Y-yes...” She whispered back without daring to spare a glance at her Shameless husband. “Good,” his husky voice sent a shiver down her spine and then she slowly nibbled on her food excitedly thinking of the tonight...... _______ Sabrina walked into the washroom. She used the washroom and then washed her hands drying them she searched for her lipstick in the black clutch. Meanwhile she was looking down someone entered the washroom.

she said and throw her hand away with a loud hiss. Immediately the co-wive heard there husband voice she burst into tears holding her cheeks on the floor. "Nna kaka! Nna kaka! What happen? Why are you crying on the floor? Who die? "He asked running toward her. "Ya-ya is this stupid Hausa wife of yours that raise her hand and slap me just because I brought this cloth for her to wash" she feigned and hiccup.

"No, officer, you've misunderstood. She's the one who botched the surgery and killed that patient. She's trying to blame us. And the assault never happened. She's my wife. We just had a little disagreement, that's all." The officer wasn't swayed. "We'll investigate everything thoroughly. No one will be wronged. And for the record, domestic violence is also a crime." Andrew quickly tried to explain, "There was no domestic violence! It was just a minor argument because she cursed my mother to die. The injuries on her body? She got them herself. They have nothing to do with us." I looked him straight in the eye and gave him the truth he had forgotten to fear. "Did you forget? We have cameras in

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

“But…how? Why? What is going on, Ashton? You can’t just—just show up like this!” Ashton let out a short laugh, devoid of humor. “Let’s just say I pulled a Gone Girl. You know, faked my death, disappeared, and left everyone to pick up the pieces. Only, it wasn’t exactly by choice.” Faye stepped forward, her emotions spilling out in a torrent that none of us were prepared for. The next moment happened so fast that I didn’t even register it until the sharp crack echoed through the room. Faye’s palm connected with Ashton’s cheek, the force of it leaving a red imprint on her skin. The slap was sharp, decisive, and filled with more pain than anger.