Wife Stranger Novels & Stories

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

A domesticated act no one from the public had witnessed, not until this time. For an infamous personality of the country, Vasili Wright has been a subject of every wishful fantasy of any woman. Seeing how he takes care of his wife amplified their admiration for the man. A perfect husband. "Thank you" Lia whispers shyly. She is used to his pampering but not in front of several audiences. Staring at the blushing girl, Seville was again faced with perplexity. The girl he saw taking a shot is somewhat of a different person from the girl standing next to the CEO. Contrary to the fierceness she shows earlier, she now looks vulnerable and delicate beside her husband.

It had become an unspoken rule, which had seen unanimous understanding among the employees at Johnston Group. 'I've been in this company for five years, and I've been by his side for the longest time. Yet, I have never seen him with a woman by his side or heard mentions of him being married. He didn't even have a girlfriend, so where did this 'wife' of his come from?' the woman thought to herself. As she reached for the door, she turned back and glanced at Nicole while gritting her teeth. Then, she left. After Nicole had finished ordering, she gave Jared a slight glance, "Admirer?"

She felt a pang of jealousy for her sister, her sister’s presence seems to be everywhere. She rummaged and found so many night wears she liked. She wore one, took her drugs, eat the dinner; the maid brought to her room and hit the bed. The moment she lay down, she remembered her predicament; she was not only married to a stranger, she was also pregnant for a total stranger. Her husband; no! not her husband, but her sister’s would be husband or Mr. Bon-Hwa or whatever they call him, she hates to think of him as her husband.

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

a woman whispered. "Yeah, haven't you met her yet?" another replied. "No, first time seeing her. What's she doing here?" "I guess playing the devoted wife and mother role." The whispers kept coming one after another, but none of them had the courage to actually talk to her. Alice Reed would show up any minute with her daughter, and everyone knew what would happen then. As Deanna settled on a bench, a woman approached her. "You're Daniel's wife?" she asked, looking straight at her.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

“She's your wife's sister — your dead wife.” “And so? I don't see where you're going with this,” Cyrus replied, bringing one of his hands up to run through his hair as more strands were falling over his face. “Who I end up with is none of your concern; I'm a widower, Stephen, and I'm pretty sure I can get remarried if I wanted to.” “But they look exactly alike,” I argued. “That's fucked up.” Cyrus rolled his eyes dismissively, scoffing at me. “Oh, please. That's my problem to worry about, isn't it? You're not the one I'm going to shove my dick inside, Stephen. Fuck off.”

This picture was probably taken months before she came to Mexico. "Well, do you know where she lives? I need to find her." "Nobody knows where she is right now. She just up and quit one day and never came back. Then, I had thought she'd had enough of Eva's bullying. The woman was brutal and had a mean way of making you quit." "Eva. That's your boss's wife?" "Yes, Eva Railings finally married Jonathan Railings because it couldn't be helped. Everyone knew the man didn't have feelings for her. Their marriage was more like a business contract. You know how rich people are." Laura replied.