Wife Stranger Novels & Stories

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“I know my wife is here, Winston. My sister took her from the apartment. He nodded subtly. “Uh-huh. So this is what it’s all about. Why did my wife take your wife from the apartment?” I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to explain. I didn’t have time. I was sure my sister could not keep her mouth shut and tell her husband anyway. “Just let me see her, Winston.” “I’m sorry my wife left. She’s not here,” he said, hiding his smile. “I just talked to Maverick. She said she’s taking my wife home.” I dialed Maverick. It rang, but she did not pick up. “Already trouble in paradise?” His smile finally broke out, and he took his phone from his pocket and dialed someone, probably Maverick. “Hey, baby. Do y

Then, two women approached us, their presence commanding attention. “Hi, Aria,” said one of them, extending her hand. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. I’m Susan, and this is my wife, Emily.” Emily rolled her eyes dramatically. “I can introduce myself, you know,” she said with a sigh, and then turned on her heel and walked away. Susan flushed, looking mortified. “I’m sorry women, you know,” she said apologetically. I smiled lightly, tilting my head just so. “Oh, I understand. I’m in a lesbian marriage too.”

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

She had just made me fall for her deeper and she had no idea. She excused herself from them right then and walked away. The man who had called himself her husband for years tried to go after her but was stopped by his real wife. Knowing who he was, in that moment I imagined the kind of freakish accidents I could make happen to them. But she was getting away. I pushed my body of the wall I was leaning on and pulled my hands out of my pocket. June stopped by an office that had her name on it, June Cross, head surgeon. My fucking girl.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

"She is my wife, and this is my house. Isn't it normal for me to see her? What's this? Jealousy?" Cassidy's scoff came through clearly. "Your wife seems so stiff and dull. Could she ever please you like I do, Trevor?"

“Sister, we meet again” Before I could even understand what was going on, Rowan walked past me, standing next to Seraphina as he slid a hand over her waist. “This is my wife that you two couldn’t wait to meet, Seraphina Whitmore” “She is the CEO of Wellspring Pharma and now if anyone dares to come after her, they will suffer my wrath irrespective of whether they are a friend, a foe, or even my family.”