Wife In Training Novels & Stories

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

But my hand just sat there on the desk, not moving, while my eyes stayed fixed on the screen. She lowered the gun. Said something to Nico that made him laugh. The camera angle caught her profile and I found myself noticing things I shouldn't be noticing. Like how the training clothes fit her differently now. She'd lost weight since the wedding, which wasn't surprising considering everything that had happened, but it made her look smaller somehow. More fragile. Except she wasn't fragile. Not really. She was standing in a training room learning to shoot because someone had apparently tried to kill her and would probably try again. She was getting stronger while the rest of us were just trying

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

She was breathing in short, sharp bursts, and he found himself breathing the same way. At the hospital, he left the car crooked across two parking spaces and ran inside. "Please! Help! My wife is..." The words stuck. "My wife. Wife? Ah... she is in labour." The nurses came out with a wheelchair. One crouched beside Sarah and spoke to her softly. "Madam, look at me. How far apart are the pains?" "Ask him." Sarah pointed at Michael. His mouth gaped open. "Are you the husband?" the other nurse asked.Michael took one second too long. "Yes."

"Sinead, what are you doing now? Stay away from her." But Margaret had already dodged Sinead as she quickly took the upper hand and slapped Sinead hard across the face. "I'll be honest. I've wanted to hit you for a long time. Only someone like you could do something this shameless." Margaret was more agile than Sinead. It was obvious she also had some training, and she was much better than Sinead, who was only flailing around. Before long, Margaret had knocked her down, and her eyes were full of mockery.

My husband Michael Leigh's first love, Emily Messier, comes back from abroad and invites us to dinner. For two straight hours, Michael and Emily spend the whole time talking to each other. For half an hour, Emily keeps the conversation on me, from what I wear and what I do for a living to how much I make. "You used to go for the artsy type. Guess your taste has changed." Emily smiles and glances at me. Michael cracks open a crab leg and puts the meat on her plate before answering with a smile. "Dating and marriage are two different things." Then he turns to me. "Right?" It's the first thing he's said to me all night. I set down my fork and meet his eyes. "Right. That's why I'd never

“Oh, sorry. Andrew is my husband. He's very protective of Josh. If he knew I lost sight of him for even a minute, he'd probably lose his mind.” I tightened my grip on my purse. I needed to know if this was just a coincidence. “What a coincidence,” I said, forcing a small smile. “My husband's name is Andrew too. And he's exactly the same way with our child. Very protective.” The woman's expression brightened. “Oh, really? I guess the name just comes with a lot of stubbornness.” She laughed softly. I reached out and shook her hand. "I'm Sallie." “Mia Evans,” she said casually.

“Ask your husband what he promised me before he married you.” Elena slowly turned towards him. Adrian looked genuinely stunned. “What promise?” he asked. Margaret smiled without warmth. “The one that made this marriage possible.” She reached into her handbag and removed a folded document. Then she placed it in Elena’s hand. At the top was the date of Elena and Adrian’s wedding. At the bottom were two signatures. Adrian Blackwell. Margaret Blackwell. And one sentence that destroyed what little trust Elena had left: In exchange for marrying Elena Hayes, Adrian Blackwell agrees that any female child born from the marriage will be surrendered to the Blackwell family.

In the middle of a hurricane, I camped out on the app and snagged the last designated-driver job of the night. The man who got in wore a tailored suit and carried himself with an expensive kind of polish. He casually pulled out a few crisp bills and tucked them into the gap beside my seat. "Driving people around isn't easy these days. You even have to take jobs in a hurricane." I smiled but said nothing. His gaze landed on my ring. "You're married?" I nodded at him through the rearview mirror. "We've been married a year." "Why not get a nicer ring?" He held out his hand. "My fiancée bought me mine. Guess how much it cost." The platinum band on his finger was set with a sizable diamon

I look down at her skeptically and she is trying to give me these innocent looking puppy dogs eyes. I’m so glad that I know better now. I used to fall for that look when she would have a tantrum in public and then apologize with some excuse. “We will not be spending the time that you think. My wife will be present at all of your training sessions. As another female integrating into the company, she is actually the best person for you to look to for guidance. She actually has a lot of experience that you will do well to learn if you ever want to start truly working and being a productive member of society. I am so glad that you are wanting to learn where your spending money comes from and