Wifey Novels & Stories

Everything felt sterile, controlled—except for the chaos clawing at my chest. The phone buzzed again in my pocket. This time, the screen lit up with a name I hadn’t seen since I changed the contact info two months ago. A pathetic attempt to put emotional distance between me and my worst decisions. Mayor’s Wifey. Not her real name, obviously. She had a title longer than a train wreck and a closet full of designer apologies, but I preferred to remember her like this: a walking contradiction. Expensive perfume, red nails, wedding ring she never took off, and a hunger that could put twenty-somethings to shame.

“Kai Eldorado likes to put tags, doesn’t he?” “Damn right, you are my wife and I want the world to know that, it’s no rocket science,” I'm practically begging at this point, “you’re the only woman I have and will ever fall for so yes, I’m all for defining our relationship clearly when I will only ever have one.” It’s stupid not to put tags, when I have such a beautiful wife.

Maybe I just needed someone to hold me. “Don’t touch me, Maya,” he said, pushing me back. I blinked at him, dazed. “Bryan… I love you. I really love you.” “What is wrong with you?” he asked sharply. The woman stood up, crossing her arms. She looked at me like I was trash. “This your so called wife just drink my wige ,” the woman said with a smirk. “It was meant for me and you tonight. It had… something extra in it.” She laughed. “Looks like your wife is more desperate than I thought.”

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

The air felt heavy, as if the remaining oxygen was dwindling. The wall clock ticked slowly, each second sounding like an eternity. Five people sat there in silence, each trapped in their own thoughts. On the long sofa, Anthony Wijaya sat with his wife, Wening. They stared intently at Brian, who looked dishevelled in front of them. He hadn't stopped fidgeting since his wife had gone into hysteria because of him. Next to Brian was Kyra, still visibly shocked, witnessing the reality of her mother's condition.

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

he drawled, cocking his head, “who exactly are you? Because not everyone gets to just waltz into Julian Rothwell’s house… let alone his kitchen.” I froze for a split second, “Uh…I…” Before I could think of a decent answer, Niles walked in, “She’s Mrs. Rothwell, sir.” A cookie almost slipped from Damien’s fingers. “Mrs… what?” His brows shot up, eyes darting between me and Niles as if waiting for someone to shout ‘just kidding!’ I swallowed, trying to sound composed even though my cheeks were heating. “I’m Julian’s wife.” “Julian never mentioned having a girlfriend… talk less of a wife.” he said sounding surprised and disappointed, He looked away, running a hand through his black hair. “Wow.

So he said to his mother" Mom, I am going to go meet Sarah. She has locked herself in her room. I have a feeling that she could do something to herself to save herself from Jack." His mother nodded her head in agreement but just as he turned to leave, suddenly his father Mark Watson appeared there with an elegant woman. Needless to say, she was Jack's wife Serena. When everybody looked at her they couldn't help but sigh at her fate. As she noticed everyone looking at her with weird expressions, she asked Mark Watson with confusion, " Why are they looking at me like they have seen any ghost?" "It's because of your husband's deeds." Ryan's father replied to her directly.

AXEL’S POV: I was grateful that Avery obeyed—even if I knew better than to think she’d actually gone to bed. Still, the gesture mattered. No matter how hard she fights me, no matter how reckless she gets… she’s still my wife. The woman who reads a room like scripture. The only one who’s ever really gotten me. I slammed my hands onto the desk, eyes flicking to Baron, who watched me in silence like he wasn’t sure if I was going to dismiss him or deck him.