Wife Flash Novels & Stories

On their third anniversary, Lucia opened a drawer and found the same box of condoms she'd bought before the wedding—still sealed. Not like they forgot protection. They just never had anything to protect. Three years, and Jared hadn't touched her once. So that night, she got bold. New lingerie, three glasses of red, and she wrapped her arms around his neck the second he stepped out of the shower. "Babe," she whispered. "Let's—" He shoved her off. "Seriously, Lucia? Have you no shame?" His voice was ice. "If you're that desperate, go hump a stick."

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

But all the decisions were made, I quickly swallowed my ego and move toward the separate small room on which my things were arranged. I immersed myself in the warmth of the water, I could not help but rewind today's incidents. I can't believe Vicky's betrayal. And the events followed. I can't even believe that I agreed to become a fake wife... Before I could control it, I went full-on sobbing. After ten minutes I was back, and inside the walk-in wardrobe, I found the most expensive designer clothes everywhere.

Gene quipped. Dash paused. This was too uncomfortable for him. His sister with an adult like that? No way! No fucking way! He walked briskly to Wilson's bed. "Wilson, wake up!" He slapped him. *Pak* "They're harassing our sister." Wilson woke up. "Huh?" "Ignore him." Fawn said. "Why does my cheek sting? Did someone slap me?" Wilson asked, his eyes still half closed. Danny hurriedly answered. "Yes! Dash!" *Wham*

“You are not allowed to say her name in this room. I thought you knew that already. Just so you know, I thoroughly enjoyed causing discord between them. “Hafsa laughed like a maniac as she imagined the shocked face of the little witch. She was brought out of her sadistic mind by the sound of a slap that resonated in the room. She heard the sound before she felt the pain. The shock on her face was like no other. This was the first time her husband had slapped her and for what? A witch! She stood up with one hand on her reddening cheek and the other on her waist.” You slapped me for a whore’s …” before she completed her sentence another heavy blow landed on her other cheek. “She was never a wh

No matter how pretty she was, she was still a cripple! A few seconds after Conrad pushed Fia away on the wheelchair, Fia caught the disdain in the waitress’s eyes. So, Fia said with a smile, “I’m his wife.” The waitress couldn’t say anything. She had a feeling that her thoughts had just been revealed to the world. “Also, I’m no cripple. I just wasn’t able to stand up just now.” The waitress was shocked. She looked at the counter. She thought she had stood up by supporting herself with the counter.

She taps play. The clip begins grainy, then sharpens—capturing the dim glow of a restaurant. Wade sits at the center of the frame, his arm draped around a blonde woman whose laughter rings hollow through the speakers. Across the table, Victoria’s face is composed but stiff, her eyes betraying humiliation as she watches her husband feed another woman wine.

“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!”

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.