Wife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

“Don’t make a mess. Calvin will notice when he gets back.” “He won’t notice a thing. He’s totally oblivious.” Wyatt reached into her blouse. “We didn’t quite satisfy ourselves yesterday, so let’s make up for it today.” The surveillance footage began to shake violently. I muted the sound and focused solely on the image. I watched them move from the bedroom to the living room and then onto the balcony. Wyatt even deliberately pressed Queenie against our wedding photo. It was the largest framed wedding photo in the living room, a symbol of the happiest time we once knew.

Each step she took felt like time was bending. A girl who once cried alone in a cold cell. A woman who fought gods. A mother. My wife. My breath. My final redemption. She reached me, eyes locked to mine, and I could barely hold it in. Wilder placed her hand in mine and stepped back. He gave one last look "Don’t screw this up" was written all over his face—but also: "You’ve made her whole." Kaius raised his hands and the air shifted. Time felt sacred here.

Bradley suggests that she is just somewhere on the territory, and we head of. We search the whole territory and there is no sign of her but when I get closer the stream I can faintly smell her but that is not the only thing I can smell the is a rouge but if that is true then they must have taken Kayla as well, oh god this is not good my wolf is going insane, I need to find her, I call Bradley in aa rush and tell him what I can smell in a panic I am furious if this rouge thinks he can take my mate, then he is a walking dead man. Me and Bradley, both agree it would be best if we do not tell the pack what has happened, we do not want to set off a panic, so we tell my most trusted people and my

"Wow… she really looks exactly like today's bride. Could it actually be the same person?" "What the hell is going on? One woman marrying two men?" "So who's Ms. Reymus's real husband?" As the murmurs spread through the crowd, Lucas's expression darkened instantly. He suddenly snatched my phone and smashed it hard against the ground. "You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!"

Like it knew something she didn’t. She rubbed her arms, shaking off the thought. She had sat in the living room alone for a while after Elara had left her but she was starting to feel suffocated so she slipped outside when no one noticed, and decided to go out for an evening walk. The Liaison estate was grand, spreading out into well-trimmed gardens before filling out into the wild treeline. Garrick liked to say he kept the wild at bay, but Irvine often thought the wild kept itself alive, waiting, and bidding. Tonight, she wanted to feel it wrap around her.

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

William persisted desperately, saying, "Besides, most gang leaders have multiple women, but all these years I've only had you. Doesn't that prove I love you!? It was an honest mistake that all men would make. Are you really going to hold such a small thing against me?" After hearing that, I raised my hand and slapped him hard. "Get out of my sight!"

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

"Did Jared arrive? Jared Sinclair. I sent him here. Has he arrived? Has he settled in? He better have come already; I'm not in the mood to waste time. Important matters always come first, and I hope he gives this priority. It has to be done." "Yes, sir. He arrived late." "And my wife?," the word seemed very strange, very ridiculous to call her that. "Has she deigned to get out of bed or eat? It seems like she wants to starve herself. Is that the best way she sees to end her pathetic life? Everything about that woman is very pathetic." "She went out this afternoon with the young man you sent, went shopping for some clothes, and now she's in the dining room, about to have dinner."

I got out of my car and went to her holding her arm tightly. "Cassandra where is Vida?"I asked "Where is my wife?"I yelled "She left ,she left the country"She said and I let her go. "She's pregnant and she's in a critical condition,she may have miscarriage.Which country did she go to?"I asked "She told me not to tell you or else she will move to another country.She needs this.Let her go.Don't go after her"Cassandra said "I love her Cassandra.I love Vida .I regret everything I did.I need her to come back"I said