Wifey Novels & Stories

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

She said insincerely, "No! Go on and find yourself a wife while I select another husband." His eyes were ablaze with wrath. "Who's on your mind?" She stubbornly continued taunting him, "Why must I let you know? You have no right to meddle in my business!" "You're my wife. Who has the right to meddle if not me?" "Who's your wife? Do you know who I am? What's my name and age?" "Victoria Jameson, a few months into your 20th birthday on 18th February. I saw it all on the marriage certificate. You should stay away from Sebastian!"

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?" Celeste had gotten dressed and had put on her shoes. Her bags were also packed. "How would I know that? The bottom line is—you have a deal as long as you pay up." Perplexed, I asked, "Are you best friends with my wife, then?" Suddenly, Celeste directed her gaze toward me, her expression extremely seductive. "It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day.

Then… “Anyway, that’s not the point.” I kept my tone steady. Cold. “What I wanted to say is this… Don’t start thinking that because I stopped Maya, I care. I don’t. I only did it because you’re my wife. And no one disrespects my wife. That’s all.” She stared at me. Her voice low but sharp. “Except you.” I looked at her. “I don’t disrespect you.” “Oh wow,” she scoffed. “You don’t? Of course not. You treat me like glass, just so you can break me.”

His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver through me, his kiss deepening until I was breathless. I tore away, gasping, my palms flat against his chest. “Thiago—” His forehead rested against mine, his breathing just as uneven. “Don’t tell me you don’t want this.” My fingers curled into his shirt, torn between desire and the storm raging in my mind. “It’s not about what I want.” He exhaled, a humorless chuckle escaping him. “Then what is it about, Wifey?” That nickname. The way it rolled off his tongue like a promise, like a warning. It snapped me back to reality.

“Your wife is in one of our wards, and honestly, she's not doing too well.” Fuck.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to

He kissed my shoulder and uttered in husky tone, " You are my wife.. So I thought to call you romantically as wifey.. Why ??.. Don't you like it ??" " Wifey.. Why didn't you tell me that you don't like to be called Gundu ??" He added in soft tone.. When I heard his question, I do not know whether to laugh or cry.. In this world, who likes to be called fatty, who wants to hear that word from the person they love.. Regardless of his foolish query, I told him in low tone, " We will get divorce next week.. After that, I am not your wife.. I don't care by what name you are calling me.. However, your fiance gowri will definitely don't