Wife Picks Up Stranger Novels & Stories

He has lived a very terrible life with women, now he has finally settled down and he had been hoping the young man would become responsible and they would have peace in the Fernando family, but now a totally strange woman has come to lay a hold on him, claiming that she was pregnant for him. Grandpa Fernando also remembered that during Rohan’s wedding, a certain woman had come and interrupted the wedding claiming that she had a child for Rohan, which necessitated his bride running away and then coming back for the wedding. No body told him about the incident during the wedding, but he read it in the newspapers. Since then he had been trying frantically to call Rohan or Vera to ascertain the

I heard the resounding simultaneous gasp of the people here. "Isn't that Liam's wife?" "I thought she ran away and walked away?" "It's Ms. Gold Digger. "Why is his wife back?" "She might ran out of mthink she came back to get some more." "I really didn't thought she was his wife, wasn't she the stunning woman before?" People whisper that I can hear. I turned to Liam and spotted his astonished expression. I approached him and softly touched his chin with my hand before bringing my face close to his and gently closing my eyes as our lips brushed against each other and embracing him.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

She's beautiful. "Are you talking to me?" I ask her. "Yeah, I see the way you've been looking at her. I know that look. Do you like her?" I laugh and rub my neck nervously, a little embarrassed. "Well... Funny thing is she's my wife." "Oh." She says a bit surprised. "Your wife?" "Yeah. I think she's trying to make me jealous on purpose, I don't know, I just don't understand." "Oh, it's that kind of night. I totally understand. You see that man over there?" She says, pointing up to a man sitting in the VIP section, surrounded by three girls. I look up and see the man. He looks expensive.

“All of you, get out! “Let me tell you something. I might have a limp, but I’m a veteran who crawled through gunfire to survive. I’m not some pushover.” Wayne was intimidated by my gaze. He froze in place, not daring to step forward. Aiden was so frightened that he hid behind Wallace and sobbed. The commotion alerted the neighbors. Several households opened their doors and poked their heads out. They started pointing and murmuring among each other. “Isn’t that Alvin’s house? What’s all the noise about?” “Who are those people? That woman looks kind of familiar.” “She looks like Alvin’s wife. I heard that she passed away young.”

Her parents looked at her with piercing eyes, "Rach, what is this stranger trying to tell us? Baby? What baby? What pregnancy?" Rachel bit her lip. She turned to Nicholas, but he just smiled and winked at her as if it was not a big deal. Rachel closed her eyes tightly, being in the middle of that situation was no better than being chased by a debt collector. "Damn it!" she whispered silently. ---

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

I walked towards the gate, my heart hammering as the stranger’s hand gripped Marta's arm, pulling her toward him. She didn’t seem to resist, but the way her eyes flickered nervously told me everything I needed to know. Without thinking, I stepped outside, my voice sharp and commanding. “Stop! Who are you, and what do you want with her?” The man paused, looking over at me, eyes narrowing in recognition. "She's my wife," he said, his tone defensive, almost pleading. "I just need to talk to her. I’m trying to make things right... I want her back."

I froze at the sight in front of me. My husband was in his office chair, a blonde straddled him, both with no shirts on. In that moment, my heart felt like someone put a knife into it, pushed it deep and twisted it. My world shattered, and a deep whimper escaped from my lips. “H-H-Henry.” I sobbed. Whoever the woman was jumped, not expecting his wife to walk in. Does she know he is a married man? The stranger turned her head. She wasn’t a stranger after all. The woman straddling my husband is none other than my best friend of twenty years!

"Dear??? Get the fuck away from my wife!" He lunged across to hit the guy, but the second masked guy was faster, slamming him back down like he weighed nothing. The guy slammed on top of him, his chest to the husband's back. "Stay still, hubby," the guy growled, rubbing his denim-covered cock on the husband's fleshy ass. I sat there, mouth dry, cock thickening in my shorts. This was what my supposed innocent, sweet wife watched? The same woman who still covered her eyes when I ate her cunt out. Had she always wanted to be fucked by masked strangers?