Yandere Wife Novels & Stories

I mentally snort at the sight of her white silk dress that hugs her body, it’s a nice looking dress, it has a very high slit that splits at her upper thigh and the dress hugs around her legs, but showing them off also in the front. “You know it’s not a real wedding, right?” I whisper and Alison’s big green eyes are glaring at me. Her narrowed gaze does nothing to affect me and I focus on Elder Maddi. “In fact, Alpha Miles, this is a real marriage. This is a contract that prevents her to leave, that gives her the Luna title immediately with no question and she has every right to be looking beautiful, unlike you who are dressed casually, she respects this.” Elder Maddi has never put me in my p

He would never let her go, no matter what. Needless to say, he would know her true intentions soon. In their five years together, he could count the times they consummated their marriage with one hands. Every time she initiated, the next day she would ask for millions or a favor, and it all had to do with Henry Rowan. The pest had his wife's heart. Thinking about this, his heart ached. Aiden decided to get up and roll out of bed. She knew where to find him. Suddenly, soft, small hands grab his wrist from behind. "Where are you going to, Rodnaya?"

But there is something about Terry's words, his vulnerability, and his respect for her journey that struck a chord within her. Slowly, she releases her grip on the glass, taking a deep breath to steady herself before responding. Her voice carries a hint of vulnerability beneath her composed exterior. "I am no longer a complete woman and I can never be the woman of your dreams.” She pauses, allowing her words to sink in, her eyes never leaving his. "While my priority remains focused on my own path for now, I can't deny the fact that neither you nor your family is going to accept me as a half-woman…how can you ever forget that your wife has been involved with another guy?” Terry's eyes widens

“After all, I’m still his wife. I need to take care of him.” As the words fell, it was as if the air had been sucked from the room. Elias stared silently at the tabletop, his fingers tightening into fists, the knuckles whitening. But his face showed no emotion—he simply gave a slight nod, as if he hadn’t heard anything at all. Only his heart, deep inside, twisted and tore, aching with a dull, slow agony. He knew—he had no claim on her. No right to ask anything of her. All he could do was sit there, listening to her tell him herself: she was at another man’s side, day after day, without complaint.

Down below, a couple walked hand in hand, laughing as if the world couldn’t touch them. Andrea’s throat tightened. “I used to laugh like that,” she muttered, swirling the wine in her glass. “Didn’t I?” She stood up, the chair sliding against the floor with a screech louder than she intended. She walked toward the window and pressed her palm against the glass, her reflection staring back at her. Smooth hair. Impeccable skin. Classy outfit. Perfect posture. A perfect wife. But her eyes—her eyes looked tired. Lonely.

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just drowned in the juice. Well, you're right, no wife will allow their husband to be robbed. But we also can't say that others are rich who are having an affair or committing a mistake." "I agree, there are so many people doing it now. Choosing other women than their own family and some women choose to be mistresses." I agree. We talked until we finished eating and went around. Even though we have only just met, she is kind and sociable. Jhazzy POV I didn't expect Thunder's wife and me to cross paths, I came one day that destiny was with me. She trusts me so easily. What could Thunder like about her is that she can't seem to break dishes.

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

Her world crumbled right before her eyes. She immediately imagined herself pulling that woman’s hair and strangling her neck. She wanted to confront her and ask her why she would do that to her husband. Ask her where did she find the audacity to steal a married man. She wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and cry like no one was around. In reality, her self-worth was gone even when she remained composed. She wanted to put all the blame on the woman when her husband seemed to equally enjoy the ass that was on his lap. She could not even bring herself to defend Jack. He willingly kissed and did even more with another woman.

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.