Wifey Novels & Stories

Wendy asks and Noah looks up from his phone to look at her, and then goes back to typing without replying her. Natalia runs a finger through her hair. “Oh. How did you even know that?” “I know a lot of things about your husband, sweetie.” Wendy says, tapping at the table with her ridiculously long nails. “Huh? You do, don’t you?” Natalia sounds flat. “Well duh! Was he not my best friend? It’s really fun being a best friend to a married couple. Oh goodness, Natalia, you look as white as a ghost.” Wendy says laughing.

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.

"Eat? Every time we bring up something serious, you brush it aside! I'm your mom, and I care for you. You're still young. Why not find a husband who actually cherishes you, treats you well, and honors your parents?" She pressed on. "Grayson is lazy and useless. At work, he can't compare to Shawn. At home, he doesn't lift a finger. How can he possibly take care of you? And you've been married three years. Why haven't you gotten pregnant? Maybe he's not capable of that." Between the lines, she painted me as nothing but a failure. What she didn't know was that the money her daughter had been squandering—flying around the world with her boy toy under the pretense of business trips—had all been e

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

I pushed him away from me and said with confidence " why your men are stopping me to meet my parents? " " It's simple wifey because you are under debt," he answered. What wifey? Has he gone mad in just a few hours or what? here I am who is facing this much is still sane with a full brain rather than pulling my hair in the craziness of frustration of all this tension. And he. He is calling me wife and talking about some debt. " Who is your wife? and what debt? " I said while moving my both hands in questioning.

¨ I can't believe he hung up on me¨, she said, wiping invisible tears, Mr Wilson sighed, ¨its okay, its okay¨, he patted her shoulders, ¨I believe he has something important to do¨ he said and she paused, ¨that never happens, you know I am the most important person to him¨, she whined and Mr Wilson rolled his eyes inwardly, ¨ you just saw the news, he has a girlfriend now, where do you position yourself now?¨ He taunted and Mrs Wilson kept quiet. ¨He has a girlfriend, and it's my favourite model. Ah, hubby, do something. My daughter in law is being crucified on the internet. I don't want her feeling bad, what if she´s expecting our grand kid?¨, she whined again, this time changing the topic.

We left tianna unable to move on, and trembling with fear. While walking, we were holding hands but it looked like a child with me so it didn't look like a date at all. "Tell me, Warren. What is a wife for you?" I asked him. "Daddy told me before, the wife should be the most Important person for you second to your parents. You should protect her no matter what happens, always listen to what she says, and she is always right, even if she is not, she is still right. And above all, the wife is said to be the one who will carry your children in the future, " he explained with a big smile.

The question kept spinning in Amanda's head, Amanda repeatedly assured herself that Felix was fine, but her efforts failed, Amanda really missed Felix, it's strange but this is love, a wife who misses her husband's existence. ***

KAIDA: “There’s no fucking way that’s possible, because ghosts don’t come back to life!” I snapped, making Wifey flinch. I raked a hand through my hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” She rubbed her throat, the words stinging like a bitter pill. “It’s him. I swear it.” My chest tightened, but I masked my anger with a smile; one so fragile that would crack if she mentioned his name again.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.