Wife Stranger Novels & Stories

Trisha was taken aback, and she could not help feeling too tiny, degraded, and demeaned at the lady's measuring gaze on her. "Yes, she is my wife. Do you have any problem with that?" Denny felt so offended for Trisha as he saw his sister look down on his girl. He deliberately used the word wife to annoy his infuriating sister, who always wanted her opinion to be heard and followed.

Luna and Wills Watson have not eaten yet, they have been waiting for them. Seeing the two come in hand in hand, Luna and Wills Watson looked at each other. Judi wanted to pull her hand out, but Benjeming Waltson didn't let go. He said again, "The ugly wife still has to see families." Luna stepped forward and stared at the hands of the two of them, "Damn, what's the situation." Benjeming Waltson raised his hand, "third sister in law , is this not clear enough? I have agirlfriend."

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Her expression hardened the second she saw Elena. “Well,” his mother said slowly, breaking the silence, her voice smooth but edged. “This is… unexpected.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “This is my wife.” The words dropped into the room like a controlled explosion. Silence followed. Not shock. Something sharper. His sister let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about things like this,” Adrian replied calmly. His father leaned back slightly, studying Elena with a measured look. “You got married,” he said.

The relevant line was in the second one. “I know you think Mara is too young for this and that we should have gone through an agency, but Van, she's the only person I trust completely. She loves me the way family loves people. She already has a family.” I read it twice. Vanessa had this. She had been sitting on it for three years. I took a photo of the email, sent it to Mara, and sat for a while in the quiet of my storage room with the photograph of the two women in my hand, one of them gone and one of them waiting for me on Saturday.

(Translation: Tell us where our wife is or you will be six feet under the ground. "Ni siquiera sabemos quién es su esposa, señor. Por favor perdónanos." one of the girl from the designers said in her trembling voice so the brothers left from there in anger. (Translation: We don't even know who your wife is, sir. Please spare us.) As they were walking back to the car again Vanessa's phone rang. They saw the caller ID which was not other than Mikhail. They didn't know why was he calling her so much so they turned her phone silent and left from there to find her anywhere else.

Krish looked down at her and then up feeling helpless and angry both. People standing there noticed how she held his wrist and stopped him and they gasped. While some commented how Dia has control over him. And some said maybe she has an affair with him and that's why she is here leaving her own husband overseas for Krish. Hearing this Dia's eyes flung opened and she looked at them with a amused look. While Krish fumed hearing people commenting on her character and growled at them making them shiver. "Don't dare to cross your limits.. Miss. Leena. I know you are too unsatisfied with your life as your husband left you for someone else. But not everyone is like your husband or your husband's n

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||