Wife Picks Up Stranger Novels & Stories

“She literally carries your scent. That’s how I know you’ve been sleeping with her while you claim to be hiding her. Pathetic. She doesn’t even know she smells different.” I growled, offended by his accusation. Apparently, Max and Lois could hear the ongoing conversation because they both arched their brows at the same time when they heard the stranger’s weird response. I inhaled and exhaled for a minute before I replied. “I think you’ve got the wrong number. I don’t fornicate with other men’s wives.” “It’s not the wrong number, you jerk. You’ve been fucking this particular one because she’s nothing but a whore.” he whispered, “You should be looking for Scarlett, isn’t it?”

At the same time, Nathan, who had been notified by Emmy earlier, arrived at the scene; he was furious to see a strange man hugging his wife, who was drooping helplessly. "Son of a bitch! what are you doing to my wife?" Nathan shouted angrily; he was about to beat up the stranger, but Emmy, who saw the scene, immediately restrained him. "Hold on, boss! This gentleman saved Miss Nina." Nathan immediately grabbed Nina into his arms, "Honey, are you okay? Wake up, honey." "Your wife seems to have fainted; if you're a responsible husband, take good care of your wife; someone wants to harm her." After saying this, the Stranger man stood up and walked away from the stunned Nathan. But then, Nathan

The next thing I know, that stranger fumbling through his pocket to get his phone. I was about to get back to that fucker, but again, a strong arm held me back. “Alex! I said stop!” This voice… Rosie? I snapped towards Rosie who has both her arms holding me tightly. She pulled me away from the scene. I looked back once again, seeing that stranger picked John up. A blue and red light shining throughout the alley. There are several people in white coat coming out from the van. “Come on!” I felt a harsh tug on my right hand, making me follow this woman in silence.

“Don’t touch me! I just need five minutes…” “Five minutes to do what? Steal another phone?” she snapped. “Do yourself a favor and walk out before I have you escorted.” They didn’t wait. One grabbed my wrist while the other reached for my bag. Pain shot through my healing arm. “Stop!” I hissed, twisting free. “If you don’t believe me, call him yourself!” She tilted her head mockingly. “Why would I bother Mr. Maxwell with a delusional stranger?” My voice broke from frustration. “Because I’m his wife!”

he said brightly. I just stared back, stunned. Was he some kind of weirdo? The stranger's smile vanished. He leaned in closer, his brow furrowing as he studied my face. I looked away, my grip tightening on Navid's coat. "Waah! Utsukushii!" the stranger whispered in amazement. "Navid..." I whispered, looking toward my husband for help. Instead of helping, Navid violently wrenched my hand off his coat. He turned his back on me without a word and walked toward the stranger's car, climbing into the passenger seat and slamming the door.

Noticing Mathis's hesitation, they pulled out their phone, showing him something on the screen. "Isn't that Bridget, your wife? The accident happened just minutes ago on her way here," the stranger added, their voice edged with urgency. "As someone who knows you, I thought you should be informed—before it's too late." Mathis's face went pale. Without a second thought, he abandoned his post and dashed out of the beach, his mind consumed with fear for his family, leaving the swimmers in the water unnoticed. As Mathis disappeared from sight, the stranger lowered their phone, a sly smile spreading across their face. "Done as instructed, sir," they said softly, ending a call.

"It's okay. Don't worry. We'll help you find her." The man sipped his coffee and motioned toward a group of locals sitting nearby. "Let's ask them if they've seen her," said the man and I nodded in agreement. I hesitated but followed the stranger's lead, and the group listened intently to his story before exchanging a few words in the local language. One of them nodded and said, "I think I saw a woman who fits your description walking down that street." My heart leapt with hope as they hurried to the street, and just as I was starting to give up, I saw my wife emerge from a crowded store across the street.

The woman, a рrеttу blоndе, ѕееmеd tо be a little rеluсtаnt, but ѕhе аllоwеd hеr huѕbаnd to rеmоvе hеr сlоthеѕ until ѕhе wаѕ nаkеd аnd knееlіng before thе сlоthеd ѕtrаngеr. Thе huѕbаnd hеld her hеаd whіlе thе stranger рullеd оut a really lаrgе сосk and pushed it into hеr mouth. Shе acted as if ѕhе was mad, but Rori ѕеnѕеd thаt hеr reluctance wаѕ аffесtеd.

I gape at the handsome stranger in front of me. Easily he stands there like he gives no care in the world; he’s staring at the man in my seat with a dark expression. “Leave before I make you.” The man returns the look with a hard glare of his own, “I didn’t know she was your girlfriend. Dude, no need to hammer me.” He stands up. “Wife.” The stranger corrects hardly, “she’s my wife.”

She then planned on reporting to the cops the following day, afterall, she can not just fold her hands and do nothing. About a couple of hours later, she heard knocks on the door and she went over to open it. Seeing a strange man before her door, she waited for what the stranger had to say but he didn't speak so she had to ask, "how may I help you?" The stranger took steps back and a familiar face was revealed. This person was Alex. "I thought you are married to the last son of the the Wigglesworth's family, and that you are supposed to be living with him? Why did you move over to Nikolai's house?"