You Once Called Me Wife Novels & Stories

she asked looking suspiciously at both of us. " Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. Here's my wife," he walked to me and wrapped my shoulders with his arms when my lips revealed the faint yet satisfied smile on my face. " Oh!" her face showed the shocked expressions as she heard that I was his wife. She walked to the bed and then, turned to him again and asked," Can I have a picture with you?" I wanted to giggle hard as her face showed such a scared face in front of me to get a picture from me.

he said. "Damian." Her voice sharpened slightly. Just slightly. "You called in a seven year favour for your ex wife without saying a single word to me. Do you understand how that looks." "I understand exactly how it looks," he said. "And." "And I did it anyway," he said. She stared at him. "Why." The word came out differently from everything else she had said. Quieter. The composure she always wore so well had slipped just enough for something real to come through underneath it.

said the photographer. I gasped when Valjerome pulled me closer to him. "You can now stay away from my wife," he told Chaos. I unconsciously gulped and calmed my heart that beating so damn fast at this moment. Wife. I can't remember how many times he called me wife or spouse since something happened between the two of us. But up to this day I still can’t help but be nervous and happy every time I hear him say it. He's finally admitting and calling me wife.

"Wait you know too." "News spread fast." "I wanted to tell Rodriguez I won't be able to make it to work tomorrow. Adriana and I plan on heading to the park." She so badly wanted to tell him but she kept her mouth shut and continued, "Ok. I'll tell him." She immediately felt a hand grab the phone from her. She turned to see the sick man she married. "Hey Nathan, I was thinking maybe we should join in. My wife here has been really tense lately."

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."

I finally answered with a furrowed brow. “Where did you go? Did you not arrive like… some hours ago?” “You should have assumed we are tired and need to rest then. What is the call for?” “Give the phone to your wife.” Your wife. Your wife. Your wife. I knew she was my wife, so I did not need my mum spelling it out to me. Whenever I had called that woman ‘wife’ to her face, it was mainly to taunt her. I knew she did not like it when I called that. No, she hated it very much and I find it more fun doing that.

Noah replied nervously. “I would like two hearty plates of omelette with a side of crispy bacon and a hot cup of latte for me and vanilla for my wife.” Fredrick said, his tone condescending and announcing his territories. “Wife?!” Noah exclaimed in shock, turning to Avery, “Are you married?” He asked, desperately curious. Avery hesitated for a moment, reading the expressions on her face. “Yes, I am…” she finally replied. “What?!” “You’re what? You’re married?!” Noah said, his voice trembled with emotions.

"Yes, actually. My wife is in the ward and I'm wondering if she can be discharged like right now, we need to leave here, she doesn’t like the smell of hospitals" "Your wife?". My wife? Wait, what did I just say? Did I just call Anna my wife? I didn’t even know when that blurred out from me. What the hell is going on with me this days? "Um. Yeah. Can you just go check up on her?". "Sure, Sir". I felt my phone buzzing in my pockets and brought it out walking away. I glanced at the caller's I.D. Lucas? Why is he calling? Where was he all this while?

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.

I was almost yelling. "In the basement, had some work to do." "I have been calling you like crazy for the past whole day, you could've sent a text, or was it so hard to do?!" He frowned, pulling me closer by the wrist he was holding, our noses almost touched. "And why would I do that?!" "Because I'm your wife!" I snapped as a matter of factly. "Are you? I thought you weren't ready for it..." he drawled. "Yeah, well, that's fucking different."