Wife Stranger Novels & Stories

Her perfectly manicured hand, adorned with rings, gestures toward me. Dasha, still swaying to her TikTok rhythm, replies casually, “Sir’s wife.” The woman freezes, her expression morphing into one of disbelief. “What!?” Her voice rises, drawing attention from passersby. People in the area start to slow their pace, their curiosity piqued. “That’s not true! I’m the one who’s supposed to be Alex’s wife!” Her voice drips with venom as her gaze flickers over me with open disdain. “She’s not even that pretty!”

Taking a deep breath, she plastered a smile on her face and greeted Jaden's cousin warmly. "Hello there," Rita said, extending her hand. "I don't believe we've had the pleasure of meeting. I'm Rita, Jaden's... well, Jaden's wife." The cousin's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in her gaze. She shook Rita's hand reluctantly, still sizing her up. "Wife, huh? That's interesting," she replied with a touch of skepticism. Rita felt a pang of discomfort, realizing that her true identity as Jaden's ex-wife was still hidden from Jaden's cousin. She knew she couldn't blame the cousin for a*suming the worst about her intentions, considering the circumstances.

Catherine was in so much pain to feel embarrassed. "I am fine, I just have this pain in my waist, but it's nothing I guess because of the baby," She muttered trying hard not to create a scene. Unfortunately, she has already created one. She tried to move, but her two legs were paralyzed. She can't lift any of her legs because of pain. Before she could attempt to move her legs again another set of pain hit her. She screamed with such great force that one of the women watching rushed to her. "Get an ambulance. I think her baby is coming" the woman yelled to no one in particular. Two men rushed to them with Mr. Wilson who wanted to know what the commotion was all about.

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

They both led inside the house having Jessica lock her door and Vivana looking around the apartment. "This is a big place for one person." Uttered Vivana. "Yeah, it wasn't for me alone back then." Sadly answered Jessica. "Was she your wife or girlfriend?" "How did you know?" Gestured Jessica for her sexuality. "I can notice one from a far. I am one so don't get embarrassed. " "I wouldn't be embarrassed." Answered she walking to her kitchen. "She was my wife and two sons." "I'm really sorry, what were there names. If you don't mind?"

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.

Not a business partner. His wife.

My wife, she said. The woman I was supposed to marry was Cassia Rowe. I remembered that much. She had blonde hair, a sharp jaw, and a sharp mouth. Very photogenic. Not this quite dark-haired ghost walking around mailing herbs on my face and feeding me soup like we were in a done goddamn historical drama. I kept thinking… maybe Grandmother hired her. Some live-in nurse with good manners and a tragic past. But the moment she said wife, it was like something uncoiled in me.

After a quick word with her husband, she learned the truth—Wilfred’s companion was actually his sister, and she had been doused in red wine by Xena. “How could a marriage alliance happen now? Xena must’ve already offended them!” she thought. The socialite’s mind raced, and without hesitation, she hurried after Haley and Wilfred. Her mind raced. Forget about securing an alliance with the Gibson family—Mrs. Zimmerman couldn’t afford to let Xena ruin her chances of building a connection with Haley. Silently berating herself for believing Xena’s earlier falsehoods, Mrs. Zimmerman quickened her pace, determined to catch up. By the time she reached the front courtyard, Haley and Wilfred were just

Tasha's tone grew sharper as she added, "I’m his wife!" The receptionist exchanged a look with her colleague before letting out a scoff. "His wife? Ma’am, no offense, but you’re not the first woman to walk in here claiming that." Tasha's face flushed red. "I am his wife," she repeated, her voice firm. Her declaration only elicited laughter from both receptionists. One of them, barely able to contain herself, said, "You're the 526th woman claiming to be Mrs. Daniel Bruno. Maybe you should join the queue?"