Wife With Stranger Novels & Stories

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

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

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

I trusted you more than all the people I grew up with. What a strange thing for me to do, right? Well, I'm a strange person anyway. doing something to add up on that growing list of all the weird things I did in life wouldn't hurt. Anyways, I also want to say that I miss you. The last thing I heard from you was the plan we were supposed to do yet you never came. Please respond... I miss you... Sincerely, Your Stranger

But instead, I’m stuck on one thought. Where the hell do I even start? And how did it even happen? Why would my wife let a stranger into my private office? When did she give him a key? She must have met him when she walked off on day one of the trip. She let a stranger walk into our home, take something that mattered to me, and walk out like it was nothing. And that’s assuming that’s all he took. Because she didn’t look worried. She didn’t look guilty. She looked proud.

he asked quietly, but I could feel the force in his words. "What did I do?" I inquired, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Get changed, Jenna." he ordered, his voice still low. "Make me." I replied, smiling at him as I inched away to look him in the eyes. "Ah, and who is this young beautiful woman?" a man intercepted, taking my hand and placing a kiss on it before Keith could say anything. The stranger leaned towards my ear, quickly whispering, "you look sexy tonight." Keith pushed the man away, snatching my hand away from the stranger's grasp, "She is my wife." he answered, a powerful glare on his face that sent shivers down my spine.

As Fred was walking along a pavement, his eyes caught with what was going on right on the pavement across the street. What Fred saw was the most shocking and heart-stabbing thing in the world; His very own wife, Jayda, was holding a stranger man's face tightly and kissing the hell out of him with his hand on her waist and the other squeezing her ass.

Eve and the man turned their heads, but the man didn't let Eve go. "Who are you? This is my quarry, dude! So, back off!" the stranger exclaimed. "You should back off! Like she said, let her go! Because she's my wife!" Allan was about to throw his punch. The stranger raised his hand, "Wow! Ok! Relax and calm down, Bro! I don't want any trouble here! You can take her! Besides, she seems too stiff for me! Not interesting!"

he said simply. Ethan's jaw clenched. Lila touched his arm. "Ethan, let's not—" But Ethan shook her off. "Scarlett, we're leaving. Now." I didn't move. The stranger stepped slightly in front of me—not blocking, just… there. "She doesn't look like she wants to go anywhere with you," he said. Ethan laughed—short, angry. "She's my wife." The stranger glanced at me again. "Is she?" I felt the weight of his question.