Wife Stripped In Public Novels & Stories

I am the matriarch of Marquis Valebrook Manor, a woman who lives with unyielding pride and has never once bowed her head to a concubine. When I open my eyes again, I've become the neglected wife in a modern wealthy family, driven into depression by my scumbag husband and his mistress. When I expose their sordid affair, my scum of a husband, Joseph Cooke, sues me for "invasion of privacy". The judge orders me to issue a public apology for 15 days, and the entire internet eagerly waits to watch me become a laughingstock. Joseph smirks. "Apologize or spend the rest of your life behind bars!" The mistress, Naomi Baxter, sneers in provocation. "Times have changed, Brenda. In today's world, t

"If you're really serious, then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. I won't marry you. Now get up and leave. You've embarrassed me enough already." The words hit harder than any slap. Tears filled my eyes. I struggled to stand. More than a hundred people stared at me but nobody said a word. Gemma still had her phone raised. "Gemma, stop it." My voice came out broken. I turned away, desperate to find somewhere private to cry. Then I heard a loud ripping sound. The room gasped and my stomach dropped. I looked behind me. The dress had split completely between my buttocks. My white underwear was visible to everyone. For a moment, I couldn't move.

“What the fuck is going on here? So we have a fight, and you come running to a prostitute?” "Oh, calm down, babe, chill; she’s my infertile wife.” He turned to the stripper, who planned to run, but I held her back by her hair. “Ouch!” She cried in pain. “I also didn’t tell you that my wife was strong.” He teased not caring as he took a sip of whatever he was drinking. The stripper was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t make out her facial features until my eyes landed on the birthmark on her wrist. I aimed to remove her mask, but she struggled. People instead of stopping us were cheering—including Clinton, who was now betting.

His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort. Adriana's anxiety grew worse as the couple approached them. Almost instantly, the serene environment became hell for her. She found it difficult to breathe and suspected anyone that glanced in her direction. "I need to go." Adriana excused herself before Rodriguez and his wife could arrive. "Okay. Don't take too long." Adriana nodded and left for the public restroom. "Where's she's going to?" Rodriguez queried when he got to Nathan. "To use the toilet. Have a seat." Nathan nudged, "She'll be joining us soon."

My heart pounded as I wondered what went wrong this time. “What happened?” He didn’t reply with words as he handed me his phone to see things for myself. The local news had just reported the latest pictures circulating on the internet, and they were of my wife dressed in flimsy clothing. She appeared to be working in one of the popular brothels in her pack then. But that was only the beginning of it. The pictures got more intense as I scrolled through them. Her sex parts were fully on display as she engaged in an orgy with four men whose faces were covered. The other picture was of her engaging in sex with a man whose face was blurred out as well.

"We're in public, you're going to stain your reputation like that for a mere orphan?" "Elena- "If you're not going to force me, I would like to go with the others." She cut me off. I released her wrist and she scoffed, "I thought as much." My ego was hurt and I could feel a burning sensation replacing that hurt but I quenched it before it could get serious. Anger wasn't going to solve a thing, especially in a public place like this. "Please let me take you home. What kind of a wife leaves her husband who comes to pick her up to join a public bus?"

What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people? “What kind of reason is so important that it can’t be talked about in private? Why did he have to do this today and at my wedding?” My voice trembled, and I felt the rage nearly burn through my chest. “Well, maybe you really did something? Mr. Martin isn’t an unreasonable person.” I stared at Mom in disbelief. How was this my fault when I had been slapped? What could I have done? All I had done today was attend my own wedding. “What have I done? Tell me then, what have I done?” I questioned her. My voice grew louder, riling the guests up once again.

Wira ordered and Riana just nodded. While Wulan cursed Riana in the toilet, Riana cleaned her shirt with a wet tissue. "Damn it, how could I be publicly humiliated by Wira because of this lowly woman! Is she really so beautiful that Wira would defend her?" Wulan was very upset because this was the first time she had been publicly humiliated by a target. Even though she had never experienced it before, it was the man who was the target who had to bear the shame because Wulan didn't like him anymore.

I hurriedly got up to follow her. Wendy moved fast, grabbing Stephen by the collar with a cold smile. "Fair compensation doesn't mean what you think, Stephen!" She started unbuttoning Stephen's shirt right there in public. This was outrageous! Stripping a man in public! I rushed forward to stop her reckless actions.

An ex-convict, a disgraced heir, had challenged the Magnus Empire with a confidence that bordered on divine audacity. Lila was the first to break, her hands trembling as she tore off her wedding veil, the delicate fabric ripping with a sharp sound. Her face twisted with fury, her eyes blazing with a murderous glint. The wedding—her grand ascent to the elite—was in ruins. Cassian, the groom, lay unconscious, his arm and leg broken, his face swollen, eyes rolled back in their sockets. She gestured sharply to two Clippers, her voice cutting through the silence. “Call the ambulance! Get the Magnus family doctor—now! Apply first aid!” The Clippers scrambled, their hands fumbling as they tended to