Wife Novels & Stories

I was expecting a message from Hames but it instead a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you really love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm in Paris right now, it'd make the job easier. I still want to have a little fun and not kill him on time, so you should return because you'll be tagged as a widow if I bump into him here in Paris.

In Zen's thought, "women are just a toy and entertainment part, and one man can never be satisfied by one woman. They need many and like dresses, woman should be changed as well. The greed for them is like drugs and the more you have the more addicted you get." As the days pass, Karan gets eager to meet the boss aka me who was just the pawn. I didn't pay attention at all but then one moment came and I had to come. The desire to meet his wife got stronger but I couldn't meet her, so he called me for the party which was the day after. And I had no plans to hung there but again the mention of Dia made me stop

Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator. Something isn't right Arlene Said to herself. She realised screaming and shouting at Barb wouldn’t change a thing. She behaved like a programmed robot who had malfunctioned. There were no signs of her being human anymore, like who would hit her husband and speed off without a care? She decided to take the wheel by trying to push her mum’s hands away from the steering, their father and husband was dying, he needed help and there she was running away from something she did. Barbs hand wouldn’t bulge; it became as strong and heavy as osmium.

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

The wig she wore that night was sandy blonde with bangs that fell slightly into her eyes. That night she was supposed to meet Mr. Mark Lewis in the lobby of the Grand Morton Hotel—downtown—uptown—a really good part of town. There was a party there in one of the ballrooms and she was his insurance that he wouldn’t be going stag to the biggest party of the year.

she taunts, relishing in her cruel words. Unbeknownst to them, Emily, a young maid working in the kitchen, overhears the exchange and feels a pang of sympathy for Nora. She listens intently, wishing she could offer her support. Seeing Nora's pain, Emily's heart aches for the young woman who just walks away, silently bearing the weight of Miranda's insults.

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you s

"You could have taken a pair of sandals from the drawer on the lower part of the wardrobe. "Are you serious? You never told me." "Well you would have seen it if you had opened the wardrobe to check." "What makes you think I didn't check?" "Because you didn't." "Yes, I did." "No, you didn't." "Did" "Did not" "Di...." "Hushyour mouth now! You two over there." An angry old woman who grew tired of their noisy chat sneered at them. "Christ! Must all old women in the church have to be grumpy..."

My cheeks had turned red and I wished I had just kept quiet. “Seduce you? Oh my fucking goodness, do you even know what the word wife means to me? It means someone more like a prison manager, a great burden that brings nothing but anger, sadness, and trouble, someone so unimportant and dumb. And yes, don't get any wrong ideas wifey, the only reason I'm talking to you is because I want you to get the fuck out of that bed now.” His eyes were dark, it was as if he was possessed. My eyes kept following his movements around the room till he left again.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.