Wife Stroies Novels & Stories

STORM My wife was a strange creature. I didn’t know if to be angry or amused. I knew women who could shop but never fifteen thousand dollars in six hours. My eyes were still wide. Of course it was nothing to me but still, a tough pill to swallow. She had no care, moving her head and shoulders as she drew on her iPad and typed on her laptop. In a way she looked in a zone, absorbed. What was she doing? I tried to recall the little I knew about her only to recall a name.

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?”

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

The old woman’s brow took a raise as she eyed her, immediately sprinting up from her chair as she sighted Ronan at Stacey’s back. “I’m busy now. You should…. “I want to learn everything now,”Stacey repeated. “I don’t know much about her after she got married. I only know before she got married and was in our pack. I can’t say…” “Then I want to know everything. Tell me about her.”

Stacy shouted, clutching her mother’s arm and sobbing. The stepmother of Willow tried to comfort her, rubbing her shoulders and looking at me with angry, defiant eyes. "You are doing too much, Silas! Do not forget that we are still the family of your wife! You cannot treat us like criminals without her permission!" she shouted at me.

mehak : from there I will continue she thought I'm his gf and the idiot husband of mine started stalking me that playboy made me to fall for him in that way due to this one girl these many love stories came out miya : even mine too because of sadness as viranica is engaged my husband is roaming on road and found me lucy : even my so called husband also proposed to me with her idea viranica : oh god you all should become my devotees then come here . . . . they all started laughing by sharing joyful life incidents but they dont know it is calmness before storm

Few people also saw a man I'd training martial art with Su Qiang and Su Qiang wife seen walking back and fourth to widow Wu Lin's house . A month after the new year festival , a middle age woman with three men looking for Wu Lin's house. Few days ago a woman that married to a man in their village comes back and telling the story about Wu Lin's rumors that spreads in her village. She extravagant the story that Wu Lin had become a wealthy widow. Looking at the tall fence , they knew the rumors might be true. So they bravely knock the gate telling the one that watching the gate that they are Wu Lin mother and siblings. They came while everyone I'm the house including the children that came to s

Before I could reply, my wife and London laughed as if they just poked fun at someone. “What are you two pregnant laughing about?” Striker asked them. “It’s a pregnant thing,” my wife answered. “Care to share.” I looked at both of them. “Oh, no,” they chorused, staring at each other before they laughed again. “Careful, Vanderford, you might break your water,” Striker said. I exchanged looks with him when I heard nothing from the two pregnant. “Unbelievable.” Willa and Deirdre were also in a conversation.

“That’s not possible because she still hates you.” “But, Mom, I’m her husband and not Dad!” Stella wants to hit her son, and it looks like he was jealous of his father. “Don’t be nasty. It’s better if you accompany me to buy food she wants to eat.” She pulled her son out of the hand. Zion had just let his mother drag him. After learning what his wife wanted to eat, he seemed to be vomiting. “Mom, is my wife sick? ” Zion suddenly worried. “She was not sick, but it is normal for pregnant women to find a strange food,” Stella said absentmindedly.

“Let’s just head to your home. Hopefully your wife calms down.” “Yeah… I hope so.” As he took off his seat belt, I spoke again, “but I don't think talking things out will work, I tried it out again with Stella and she still lied—just to spite me. I know she hasn’t let anyone touch her for six years. I saw her reaction to my touch, she craved for me! But she still lied.” Jonathan turned to me and let out a gasp. “Wow, you understand that much about your wife?”