You Once Called Me Wife Iandra Taylor Novels & Stories

Trey’s possessiveness at the thought that Lisa was with another man made his voice come out as a growl, like an alpha male beast claiming his territory. However, Antonio laughed sarcastically and responded in a firmer tone. “I know my wife is beautiful and has many admirers, but to call her your wife, you must be delusional. Whoever you are, don’t you ever call this number again, or I will make your life a living hell!” Antonio snarled angrily and hung up. Trey, on the other hand, was unable to react because he heard the man on the other end of the line refer to Lisa as "wife."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Angela said, and both Mishka and Christian turned to look at the man, Mishka smiled whereas Christian’s face lost all colour. “My husband, Dylan Roger,” Angela announced her husband’s name proudly. Author’s Note: If you like the story, please let me know your views in the comment section :)

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

"Dearest people of New York. I sincerely apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my marital status. I just want to clarify: I'm single now, but I had a wife five years ago whom I named..." The focus of most people is interrupted. It seems they are left hanging by the CEO's breath-holding because he is a bit hesitant to share the name of his ex-wife. But he believes that when Ava watches his explanation, she might change her mind, come back to him, and forgive him for all his mistakes. "Nicole Roque..." is the continuation of her sentence. The people's brows furrow. They probably don't know that woman. "Huh? Who is Nicole Roque?" This is what they often say while looking at each other a

I said, my voice rising with panic. Another man—tall, with thin glasses—stepped forward from the corner of the room. “Vanesa, please, calm down. It’s me, Rio. I’m your manager. I was terrified when I heard about your accident. But look—you’re alive. That’s what matters most.” I shook my head rapidly, frustration and fear rising in my chest. “Stop calling me Vanesa! I’m not her! I’m Paula Whitney! My husband—” I paused, biting my lip. “My husband... Orlando... where is he?”

Her mouth dropped open, her fingers hovering mid-air, as if torn between clawing the phone back or slapping me across the face. She fumbled for her iPad, angrily typing. "Give it back. You have no right. You don't get to decide who I talk to." I held the phone tighter. My voice was low but cutting. "When he’s calling my wife, I do. You want freedom, Evelyn? Then stop wearing that ring. Until then, you are mine." She stared at me, stunned. And in that second, I saw her. I saw the fire that made me fall for her.

"T-this can't be…" Emma's voice was thick with fear, and her hands wouldn't stop shaking. "No! This is impossible! Nathan wouldn't break up with me! We were supposed to register our marriage today!" Emma screamed, then angrily tore the agreement into pieces. As the pieces scattered across the floor, she suddenly remembered that she had stood him up once again today. She was supposed to register their marriage, but then Keegan had called her away. "Nathan must be mad because of this. It must be that," she whispered to herself.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

She misdialed the number several times. “Please, please come quickly. Something is very wrong with my husband.” After the call ended, Olivia collapsed onto the floor, overwhelmed by a wave of dread. “Miss? Miss, can you hear me?” The doctor called several times before Olivia finally turned her head. Her expression was blank and dazed.