Wife Picks Up Stranger Novels & Stories

My attention was cut off by the sound of the door opening, and I looked at the door. I was shocked to hell when I saw the man in front of my eyes with his iconic cold face burning slightly with rage on seeing his wife in a stranger's arms. He was my husband, Xander, and I could see a slender hand over his bicep. In the very next second, the lady stepped next to Xander and she was Tania who smirked at me darkly.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

Michael and Joanne looked like they were ready to explode. "You've lost your mind!" Michael barked. Joanne grabbed her, rough and angry. "Get back in the car!" Her grip was brutal. Jared's eyes darkened—he moved to step in. But a sharp voice cut through the chaos. "What's going on here?" Everything stopped. Everyone turned. Out stepped a man and a woman. Gasps echoed. "That's Giovanni Loredan and his wife, Francesca!" Faces blanched. Joanne straightened up fast.

he said, his voice deep and sounded familiar even though I was certain we'd never met. "I wasn't watching where I was going." "No, I—thank you—" I clutched my phone, suddenly hyperaware that a strange Alpha had just seen evidence of , my failing marriage, playing out on social media. Then he was gone, and I was left standing in the entrance with my phone still displaying that damning image. I deleted the notification with more force than necessary and shoved the phone into my pocket. Inside, the hospital was buzzing with an energy I didn't recognize. Nurses were gathered near the main station, eagerly gossiping instead of focusing on their jobs.

the man replied evenly. The tension between them snapped tight instantly. Kieran’s jaw clenched. “That’s my wife, " he said. His tone was sharp with ownership. "Step aside.” My heart pounded harder. The word wife felt like chains tightening around me I shook my head weakly. Tears slipped down the sides of my face. “No…" I whispered. "Please…” The stranger glanced down at me briefly. Just for a second.. It was enough. He saw it. The fear. The desperation. The truth.

Lily and Joanne left delightfully the moment they saw the miscarriage. However, they did not expect to be faced with a swarm of police officers after they opened the door. Both Lily and Joanne were immediately subdued, and the masked pregnant woman was carried out. Joanne and Lily were shocked to find out that the pregnant woman they had beaten up was not Irene but a stranger. "What's going on?” Lily pointed at the stranger woman and asked Wayne angrily. "What are you talking about? Isn't she the woman that you had asked me to kidnap?" Wayne retorted.

This lady was surely testing my patience. I yanked her towards me by holding her arm and the guy left away. She turned around and placed her hands around my neck and I held her by the waist. I glanced at the time and it showed 7:58 p.m. "I found you, wifey," I replied smirking. She leaned forward towards my ear and whispered, "It's the other way round. It's not you who found me, it's me who found you. Mr. Stranger." ******

The stranger blinked, confused as hell for a second. Isaac froze like someone punched him. His face emptied then filled with rage all at once. The man caught on quick. He lifted his chin, straightening. “That is right. I am her husband.” He wrapped an arm around Isabel’s waist gently. “And I am telling you to back off.” Isaac stared at the man’s hand on her hip. Pure fury. “You have got to be joking.” “She said it already,” the stranger said. “So I am saying it again, touch my wife again and I will put you in cuffs myself.”

But I'm satisfied with my life now because Mom and Dad are there plus I still have a job that pays a lot so it's okay. We got off the taxi. Their gate is very big and the door is still a bit far, they didn't ask us for an invitation card because Jenny said that I was her classmate and my parents were with me. We were about to enter when a black car stopped, a woman got out with a big belly, the woman was pregnant and she was accompanied by a man who was supporting her. Are they married? It's like they don't look alike. Who are they? While I was holding Mama's hand, I felt that her hand was getting cold as if I was holding ice.

“Your wife? How can she be your wife if she's wearing a dress for the henna party? Isn't that party before the wedding?” I see how Habbab nervously clenches his jaw. He's losing patience with this stranger. “We're coming from our wedding, and my wife wanted to wear a Bindalli. And who am I to contradict her?” “I see,” says the stranger, somewhat skeptical. “Have a good night, sir,” responds my captor and also husband. He pushes me towards the bathrooms, while the stranger continues to watch our path. Facing the door of the individual bathroom, he hands me the bag he took from the back seat of his car seconds ago.