Wife Vs Mistress Novels & Stories

The woman said again, "Nowadays, mistresses who claim other people's husbands as their own are getting more and more ridiculous, the one living next door to me is one too... You little b*tches are really shameless!" Mia just kept quiet. She was fighting with Neil. Why did she suddenly become the heat of the topic for being a mistress? She was his actual wife! The one and only Mrs. Brown! However, she agreed with this woman's point of view. Relying on their appearance to attract men would not last long. When she grows old, she would be like an average woman. She hated those little b*tches who seduced other people's husbands, especially those who wanted to hook up with her Neil. She wanted to

It felt as though the next minute,she could send her palm flying to Charlotte's face. " You can't be asking me what position I hold in the Chase family. I can't believe you are so dumb to fail to notice that I am the legitimate wife of Mr Drake. I am the mistress of this house and your friend is just a side chick trying to claim a place in the Chase family for herself. She doesn't belong here. She knows that herself and that's the fact. She can't dispute it.” Charlotte said,her voice dripping with scorn.

Olivia was getting ready for dinner. Mia arranged for Olivia to meet her husband, Ethan. Mia said if everything go smoothly according to her plan Olivia would pretend to be Ethan's Mistress after tonight. It was a test for Olivia and them, Olivia felt a mix of emotions as she got ready.

"I also have records showing that while I was sacrificing everything for my family and neglecting myself, she repeatedly claimed she had to stay at the office because the company was in a critical phase, when in reality, she was living in hotels with Owen. "And I have footage of her using the company anniversary gala to make her affair partner official and calling him the most important person in her life."

Sydney, Australia. The city glittered beneath the evening sky. Inside a modern apartment overlooking the harbor, Stephen Wao stared at his phone. It had rung seventeen times in the last three hours. Colleagues. Relatives. Former friends. Even people he hadn't spoken to in years. The latest message flashed across the screen. IS IT TRUE YOUR WIFE IS CONNECTED TO THE NAKURU CASE? Stephen closed his eyes. Slowly. Painfully. For twenty-six years, he and Mercy had lived with secrets.

So how did they get it? The more I thought about it, the less sense it made. Unless somebody saw me. But who? And why would they send the picture here? Questions kept running through my mind one after another. “Other wives have cheated on their husbands multiple times, so I'm not going to crucify you if you did it. But at least you should have had the decency to hide it properly. Do you know how heartbreaking it must have been for Miles to find out that his wife might be sleeping with two men?” Cierra said, rubbing Miles's shoulder.

The Mothers called such things corruptions of the flesh, I immediately turned my head away. “I’m sorry,” I whispered shakily. “I didn’t mean to—” “Watch,” the Master interrupted softly. Fear tightened inside my chest. “I cannot, Master.” “You must.” His voice sharpened slightly. “A wife should understand how to please her husband.” The room suddenly felt suffocating and too small, i stared desperately at the floor while shame and confusion twisted violently inside me, the Mothers spent our entire lives condemning desire as sinful, yet now the Master called this sacred, holy and necessary, nothing made sense anymore, the Master moved closer until I could smell the heavy scent of incense and a

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Shame his mistress didn't know how to play her part. I decided to handle her first. Then, I'd deal with the divorce. Turns out, the mistress—Brie Watson—was a junior in college. I brought a group with me to her dorm and made a scene: drums, banners, the works. The banner read: Today, I Celebrate My Husband Marrying His Mistress, Brie Watson. My friend, quick-witted and loud, took the mic. "Anyone knows Brie Watson? Please let her know she needs to come pay her respects to her lover's wife! In every era, mistresses have had to submit to the wife. We're all educated here. You know the rules."

Her hands shook slightly as she tried to come to terms with it. "So," I added coldly, "no matter how many women you throw at him, it's all useless. Infidelity, infertility, and lying. What a wonderful son you have." Then, I gave a subtle signal to the bodyguards standing nearby, and they immediately went forward to grab Johnny and Lily. "I'm done talking. Now, please take your son and his mistress and get out of my house. I've had enough of tolerating you all these days!" "What? What do you mean by your house? Who are you to kick us out? Let go of me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this! Get your hands off of me!"