Wifes First Dp Story Novels & Stories

“Exactly that.” She leaned back against the metal chair, sighing. We were seated at our favorite corner spot in the café near campus where we used to hang out during our pre-marriage days. The sunlight filtered through the glass windows, casting soft shadows across the table, and for a second, it felt like things hadn’t changed. Like I wasn’t a wife trapped behind gates and bodyguards. “You could fight him,” Daph said casually. “He doesn’t own you.” I laughed bitterly. “You’re right. He just married me, moved me into a mansion, and makes sure I’m followed everywhere like a stolen diamond.”

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

Our marriage was going from a WWE match to a lame video game. My husband was a workaholic earlier now he basically lived in the office. The days we meet face to face is very rare. I was burning in an inferno I haven't sinned but yet I was suffering maybe loving Dane Wellington was my sin and I ought to be punished for that sin. Fathima had unwavering faith in our marriage even when we didn't have any. She filled me in on Dane's where abouts. According to her a wife should know what her husband was upto. Though I didn't hear my sister's name in his schedule so Fathima is definitely missing my husband's complete time table for his to do list.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Instead, it thrilled her. *** But Daphne didn't know any of that. Five minutes had passed, and nothing had happened. No call to HR. No security escort. Nothing. So she laughed. "Five minutes," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. "Are you even really his wife? Or are you just one of those women who married a rich guy for the money? Because if you were actually married to him, he'd listen to you." Jack took a step forward, but Aria held him back with a look.

Like I was just in the way. "How could you?" I whispered. "Both of you. How could you do this to me? To our family?" Sophia almost looked sorry for me. "Oh, honey. Did you really think this perfect life would last? Mikel was with me first. I introduced you two, remember? I let you have him then, but some things are meant to be." *Let you have him.* Like my marriage was something she had given me and now wanted back. A contraction hit me hard, starting in my back and wrapping around my belly. I bent over, grabbing the doorframe.

Taking a deep breath, I started again, allowing the words to just flow from my hands, no matter what it was. *Dear Bianca,* *Dr. Martinez wants me to confess everything to you. To write out all my failures without the protective lies I've been using to make myself feel better about killing you.* *So here's the truth:* *I never loved you. I married you because you got pregnant after a drunken night with me, when I had mistook you for another woman and I also needed a Luna and you needed pack protection since you were on the run as a rogue wolf, with no family alive waiting for you, and I convinced myself that was enough of a foundation to build something real. But I never actually tried to bu

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

“You’re erasing my name.” Daphne finally met his eyes fully. “No,” she said softly. “I’m correcting a mistake.” The room went dead silent. Vincent looked humiliated. Destroyed. And for the first time— Daphne felt nothing watching him fall apart. No grief. No hesitation. Nothing. The realization unsettled her more than she expected. Then the doors burst open. Reporters flooded the hallway outside security barriers. Questions turned vicious immediately. “Miss Harper, did your relationship with Brian Adrian begin before your marriage collapsed?”

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.