Wife Stranger Novels & Stories

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“No, but I do know you” She takes back her hand and she look offended that I didn’t accept it. “Please let me know who are you and why are you looking for me so I can leave” “You’re straightforward. I like that but I hate your gut” “I’m sorry about that” She’s giving me a bitch face and even the way she talks to me shows displeasure. “Okay. Let me formally introduce myself. I am Dianne Villanueva Castro, wife of Ken Castro” Wife? Ken is married? That is impossible.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

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.