Wifey Novels & Stories

She thought that there was something very important, that made the woman to be so happy, she was very tired and she wants to have her meal and get to bed immediately. She has no time for a man who cannot call his wife directly. But always calling through others. She was determined not to call him first. ‘lets see who would call the other first.’ She muttered to herself. The woman sensed her lack of enthusiasm and felt that she must be very tired. “I know you must be very tired, let me get things ready for you.” She then beckoned on the new maids and told them what to do for the madam.

Memories of sweeter times flooded back, and the regret hit her all at once. So she said it. "Let's end this. I'll give you and your family a payout. Leave and go as far from here as you can." Thomas nearly lost his mind. "What? You can't just do that!" Renee didn't engage. "I can, because the person I love is my husband." She searched everywhere and finally tracked William down in a small town. The face she knew so well didn't show a flicker of anything when he saw her.

Her fingers shook as she picked it up. She'd always known the passcode. Never used it—until now. On his chat app, she opened a group thread with his buddies: [Jared, 1000 days of celibacy today, right? You have to come out and celebrate!] [No way. Three years married and still no action?] [Lucia might be a bumpkin, but with that face and body? You've seriously held back?] [Obviously. He made that vow to Alice—stay pure for her. Jared's never broken a promise to Alice.]

Maverick frowned as he quickly paused the stopwatch before questioning her, “Wifey! Why did you stop?” “You call this exercise simple. Why don't you come and do it yourself? You loudly said it the other day that a couple should stick together even to the point of going to hell. So please dear hubby, come and kindly do this exercise for your wifey,” she told him. Maverick laughed awkwardly and asked, “What are you saying wifey? The exercise might be simple to you, but it is not for me. My legs aren't functioning like yours, have you forgotten?”

"You are perfect to me, Katara. And I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy, supporting you, and cherishing every moment we have together. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" Katara's heart swelled with emotion as she looked into his eyes, feeling the weight of his love and commitment. In that moment, she knew that she wanted nothing more than to share her life with this incredible man who had come into her world and changed it so profoundly. With tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sean. Yes, I will marry you."

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

"I remember the first time I called you, you never got mad at me. "Because I know that I am your husband," he replied. So that's why, deep inside him, he accepted me as his wife. He was just not ready to be my husband, and that was enough for me. "I am going to call you Wifey now," he said lovingly. I am the happiest; if not for my baby in my womb, I can die happily now. "Wifey, from here onwards, you will only see your husband and the father of your child. No Jared, who has been mean and bad to you."

"First of all, I apologize if I no longer call you 'Wifey', because soon we will return to real life, according to our current agreement." The girl's heart suddenly ached when she heard those words. A woman who serves as CEO of Verz Incorporation tries to stay strong and still display an attitude as usual as possible, even though this is very difficult for her. Meanwhile, a man who has black wing tattoos on both chests observes his spouse with a gaze that is difficult to decipher.

"Why? What's wrong?" His leg feels cold against my cheek, I fiddle with his toes. "El." My face crumbles, I turn to him with my intertwined hands under my jaw and jut my lower lip. "Call me wifey." I frown. "My name is wifey or dear wife, don’t call me, El." He chuckles. "Okay, wifey, what's wrong?"