You Once Called Me Wife Iandra Taylor Novels & Stories

I asked innocently hoping so much that this beauty was not her. The woman ended her call and smirked at me. Her eyes were scanning me from head to toe like I was someone beneath her. She then raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, “You must be Vince’s pathetic wife” Vince? She called my husband Vince? Who the hell is she calling me pathetic?

“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Nadia.” She laughed at my words. “Mrs. Nadia? Just call me Nadia. I am a Mrs., but I don’t like being called that.” I nodded at the correction, and we both looked when the door opened, and a gorgeous man walked into the room. Her husband. “Oh, and that’s my husband, Theo. He is also your man’s best friend. I stole him from him.” She whispered the last part in my ears. “You must be Alessandro’s dream woman.”

I'm your Maid, it's not the other way around. "You're also my friend and it's not such a bad thing to help you out if you're helping me, as a friend." She opened her mouth to say something but my phone chimed which automatically distracted her. I grouchily took the phone from the bed to read whatever message just popped in. I was expecting a message from Alvin but it instead is a message from an unknown ID and it read: *** Hey, hey, hey, new 'wife'. That title of being a wife might not last for as long as you think because I'm on a mission to eliminate your husband. If you love him and care about his life, you should return home because I'm

I said, she told me she is your wife. "Not this, the name. What was the name?" "Dhriti Namit Khanna." Was I not hallucinating? Is she really here? "Yeah, it's my wife. And now don't tell anyone." I replied and was about to cut the call when I heard her mumbling, "Bipolar", but I didn't care. After she disconnected the call, I checked my call records only to find Stacy's words true. There was an outgoing call to Stacy's phone half an hour ago.

I stopped in the middle of my track when I heard a familiar voice call out my name. "Tyler", the soft feminine voice, belonged to my wife, the Queen. I turned around to face her. The hallway was dimly lit but I could make out her smallish, petite features as she leaned on the door frame. My wife, Malia, seemed to get even more beautiful as she aged. We've been married for nineteen years— after my first love, Rhoda died. "Is it a nightmare again?" She asked softly. Her voice was calm like the waters.

Surely my wife didn't deserve it when she was busy with others’ dicks. From the corner of my eyes, I could see her cutting the call, and walking back to me in a fit of rage. She screeched, “Xander, because of you…” Ring! Ring! It was as if fate was on my side when I saw my phone ringing. A smirk got etched on my lips when I saw the caller. It was Tania! I wasn't out of luck entirely. Ducking my face down, I hushed my wife with a smirk, “Shush! My babe is calling me.”

Tia greeted Jared respectfully. "What did you call me?" "Mr. Johnston." Tia looked at Nicole in puzzlement. "What did you call her?" Jared glanced at Nicole. Tia immediately came to her senses. "I should call you my brother-in-law?" Jared was flattered. "That is what you call it from now on." Tia nodded. "I will go check on Grandma, my brother-in-law. You stay here with Nicole." With that, she hurried upstairs, not forgetting to steal a glance back.

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.

(Translation: Tell us where our wife is or you will be six feet under the ground. "Ni siquiera sabemos quién es su esposa, señor. Por favor perdónanos." one of the girl from the designers said in her trembling voice so the brothers left from there in anger. (Translation: We don't even know who your wife is, sir. Please spare us.) As they were walking back to the car again Vanessa's phone rang. They saw the caller ID which was not other than Mikhail. They didn't know why was he calling her so much so they turned her phone silent and left from there to find her anywhere else.