Wife Picks Up Stranger Novels & Stories

Sharing a room with a stranger, even if he was supposedly my husband, was a terrifying prospect. The woman, Clara, flashed another one of those practiced smiles that seemed permanently etched on her face as she opened the door and ushered me into the room. "There's a phone on the nightstand if you require anything. Your luggage will be brought up shortly and there is a phone by the bed, should you be needing anything else.” With that, she glided out of the doorway, leaving me standing there feeling like a fish out of water.

Something cold settled in Eleanor's stomach, and instinct sent her stepping back toward the door. Before she could reach it, Julian shoved it shut behind her. She fought him, twisting, shoving, as he lifted her clean off the ground and dropped her onto the bed. Sprawled there, gripping the collar of her own shirt, eyes red and wary, she watched him. Something about the fear in her expression pulled a low laugh out of him. "Eleanor. As long as we're not divorced, you're still my wife. Legally."

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

She sputtered. *THIRTY-THREE YEARS AGO* ~~~~Spring clinic~~~~ Mr Charles rushed his wife to the hospital because she was in labor, he was waiting impatiently for the doctor when suddenly Wyatt rushed his wife who was also in labor. Ma Rosary happened to be the midwife and also a very good friend to Wyatt. Both men were waiting impatiently for their wives. Soon the midwife came out and excused Wyatt to the corner of the hospital. "What is going on? why did you bring me out here?"Wyatt asked.

I lost sleep that night, the fight went on until the early hours of the morning and the stranger made sure that I entered my house safely before he walked home. I can't help but suppress a smile as I lay on my bed thinking about what just happened. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach and I let my pillow mute my squealing. my mind conjured his face, how it looks and how pretty he seems to be. My face couldn't help but turn red just by replaying our interaction again and again.

" The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago. Hilary Stone was alive?! Thinking I must be hallucinating, I pinched my thigh so hard it turned red. But the sharp pain confirmed it—this was real. My eyes burned red, my heart tossed like a stormy sea. I set down my glass and strode toward her without hesitation. But before I could call her name, a tall man suddenly stepped into my line of sight. He wrapped his arm around Hilary'

Strangely, it had gone undetected, which made the situation troubling. The man’s expression remained impassive. His eyes indicated that his thoughts were wandering. Suddenly, he remembered something that oddly troubled him. The man immediately stood up and left his office. As he passed through the main area of his home, he saw his wife sitting on the sofa, intently watching the TV. Her face clearly showed she was deeply focused on something. Jaxter, who had initially intended to head to the company he had left for several days, briefly diverted his steps toward his wife, curious about what was capturing her attention. The guards who had been following him paused in the hallway. "What are you

"Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were." As she cried and shouted, she had banged her head against the cold entrance door, producing dull thuds. She had indeed looked like a pitiful woman abandoned by the whole world. If I hadn't seen with my own eyes how brightly she had smiled in Kyle's arms, I might have believed her. I had not gone downstairs. I had simply calmly dialed the security guard’s office. "Hello, someone is causing a disturbance downsta

She had a nagging feeling that something bad was about to happen. The priest announced, “Everyone, I ask for your patience. The groom is a little delayed. In the meantime, let me play a surprise video the groom has prepared for his bride.” A moment later, moans filled the church. Then, whispers and murmurs erupted. “But after the wedding, you’ll have to give Hugh and me some time alone.” The content of the video was so shocking that it immediately ignited a stir in the crowd. Everyone in the room recognized the voices instantly.

"Vivi, don't be scared. We're here. He won't dare do anything to you." "Don't think we're afraid of you. We're just worried about Vivi!" The live stream chat cursed my entire family tree. "Damn it! This is so disgusting. Can't we call the police and get him arrested? Vivian has done so much for him, and now that she's sick, he keeps dragging his feet." "We are more reliable than her own husband. He just stands there watching while strangers have to break in to save her. Don't just curse him out, everyone. Convince Vivian to give up on this worthless husband."