Wives Jealousy Novels & Stories

The assistant let out a sharp cry and looked anxiously at Milton. "Mr. Jenning, Mrs. Jenning just had a skin graft. Now she's suffering from severe burns again…" Because Rita had intentionally burned her arm, Milton had dragged me onto the operating table and forced me to undergo surgery to make up for it. At the memory, a sharp cramp shot through my lower abdomen. The doctors who had been fawning over Rita sneered. "You're defending her this much—what, got some shady relationship going on?" "She brought this on herself. Throwing tantrums and threatening suicide over some love rivalry with Ms. Atkinson—everyone knows the Jenning family's wife is vicious."

Then the woman smiled happily at Sonia's suffering. "That's because your wife teased my husband yesterday," said Monica. "There's no way my wife would do that, you're a jealous woman for no reason," Mr. Yusuf replied incredulously. "If you don't believe me, just ask your wife where I beat your wife," said Monica. Mr. Yusuf glanced at Sonia. Because Sonia said she accidentally met Anton at a restaurant and greeted him. Monica was jealous of seeing Sonia and then made Sonia's beautiful face battered like that. "Jealousy is fine Monica. But there is a limit, just to say hello to why you lost your mind hitting my wife. I want you to pay for this incident," said Mr. Yusuf.

It does the exact opposite actually, it messes with her head and makes it ache. Some of the men are married too, she has already banned them from the list of men she will ever marry, never. She felt what it feels to have a co-wife, she won't want any fellow woman to suffer through all that, hers is enough. Though being the only one who strongly believes that she won't marry a married one won't stop others from doing it, she still don't want to ruin even a life. The jealousy and enviousness is real, it surges through your vein like molten lava. How can she let any other woman out there endure that because of her? She won't, that is it.

Jen flustered at her viewpoint and looked at another side. He stopped dancing and grabbed his wife, went to a corner table and made her sit there. She grumbled. "You were very friendly with him and unhappy with your husband. He is better than me." Viren threw daggers at her. If looks could kill, she would have been dead. " My husband is being jealous." Priya giggled looking at her husband, who was not enjoying the joke and glaring at her. "I'm not jealous, you are exaggerating." Viren sheepishly said.

"Why will I call that psycho when I'm having a beautiful, hot, sexy, bold and fiesty wife standing in front of me in my shirt?" "Day by day, you're becoming naughty husband," She teased. "For you only, my jaan. Why are you so jealous when I solely belong to you?" "I'm jealous because my husband is sinfully hot and handsome. Every girl wants him. I don't want to share you with anyone. In college, every girls looks you like a piece of meat. It's as if they are ready to eat you any time. I want to kill them for eye raping you with their eagle eyes."

All I can do now is watch them act lovey dovey in front of me… I can't accept this! I suddenly walked faster as I went in front of them and stopped, making them stop walking as well. I eyed Catherine for a while, noticing how good they looked together and it only hurt me more. “Owen, if I remember correctly, you're my husband. At least for the next three months. You have no right to hold another woman while I'm with you.” I spat, jealousy and annoyance evident in my tone. Why am I jealous? We're just contract couples. When we get divorced, he'd get married to her and live happily with her. But why does that thought hurt me to the core?

Perhaps long-term lovers… Out of nowhere, unbidden feelings engulfed Angelina. Feelings of dejectedness, gloom and…jealousy. Yes, she just had to admit it. Contract marriage or no contract marriage, she felt jealous, very, very jealous to learn that her husband was having a secret affair. An affair with another woman. Another woman he was touching with those skilled, erotic hands and kissing with those magical lips…

Elsa slipped in behind me. Rowan jerked the sheets up, covering himself and the woman tangled beside him. Velin. Her eyes narrowed on me, lips curling. “What the hell is wrong with this stupid witch?” I ignored her, my voice sharp. “It’s you… Both of you! Having sex in broad daylight.” The words were out before I could stop them, jealousy burning hot and ugly in my chest. Rowan’s voice was deep, commanding, cutting through the air like a blade. “And when was there a rule or specific time for me to take any of my wives to bed?”

Alice clicked her tongue loudly, clearly not accepting being accused of being jealous of Gia. Even though Alice was the legal wife and had more right to Ashton, it would be a bit much for her to feel jealous. Especially since she didn’t have or had not yet developed any feelings for her husband. "Why would I be jealous? Ashton would be thrilled to know I was jealous of him being with another woman." Rumi laughed. There was some truth to what Alice had just said. Considering Ashton’s unpredictable behavior, any woman would be hesitant to fall for him. "Yeah. Please don’t be jealous. Ashton would just get a big head. Besides, his head is already big enough."