Novel & Cerita Wife World

The morning is a busy day, especially for a housewife who does everything herself. As with Carissa, every morning she is already preoccupied with kitchen affairs as well as her husband's affairs. Carissa is a very young housewife, she is only 24 years old, and she is married to Virendra Salvador, a young CEO. However, the fate of Carissa's household was not so smooth, being the daughter-in-law of the Salvador family did not make Carissa a queen to her husband, quite the opposite.

Wade said. “Yes, I am the woman everyone is talking about. I am Sarah Washington is?'' Wade pointed at her," Yes, this is my wife.'' I kissed her and rubbed her stomach. We are going to be expecting our third child. I smiled at my wife, kissed her nose, whispered in her ear, I love you! She giggled and moved away from my reach. "Oh No! You don't, you. I grabbed her, and I was spinning her around; she was laughing, and I was laughing. We stop spinning," I love you too, big Mario"

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.

And just like that, the woman known to the entire world as the War God became someone's wife. ***END***

"That's Chanel haute couture! It hasn't even dropped yet—I saw the sketches online!" "No way... that's gotta be the Loredan heiress!" Heads turned. Whispers flew. Even Jared looked. He couldn't not. The second Jared saw her face, he froze. Around him, the shock rippled. Joanne gasped, "Lucia?" Yep. It was her—the missing wife, back like a drop-the-mic moment. She didn't even notice them. Too busy on the phone. "I know, Mom. I just left the orphanage... Yeah, I've changed. I'm at the entrance now."

I asked Shawn, ignoring his question. “Sure!” I swallowed painfully. “The whole world is going to see me as your woman?” “I guess so!” Shawn said as though it was no big deal. I felt my heart beating hard against my chest. It was terrifying enough to be in the same room with elites but going viral as his wife? “Is there anything you aren’t telling me about?” Shawn continued to stare deeply into my eyes.

“He’s only five! Doesn’t he have the right to grow up healthy? “Who gave you the authority to decide for him? To donate his organ? Serena, you are his mother—you should protect him!” “I am protecting him!” She shouted, her face twisting almost grotesquely. “One kidney won’t affect him, but Noah will die without it! How can you be so selfish? What is a human life to you?” Selfish? The word struck me like a poisoned blade. I looked at the woman before me—the woman I had once believed I would spend my life with—and suddenly she felt utterly alien. Ten years of love, seven years of marriage, countless nights of support and companionship… and in her heart, it counted for nothing compared to a chi

"Now she has six months and I don't have the right to decide she doesn't get this just because I'm not ready." I stood up and walked to the window. Outside, the street was ordinary. A woman walking a dog. A man on his phone. The city doing its regular evening things is completely indifferent to the conversation happening in my living room. The truth was I had expected this moment to come eventually, in some form. Not this exact shape, not a dying grandmother, but some version of Elias Voss reappearing. I had told myself I was prepared for it. Now that it was here, I understood that prepared and ready were two different things.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.