A Wife's Nightmare Plot Summary Novels & Stories

I pressed my hands against my temples. Who is Mark? Why would I dream that? I switched on the bedside lamp and sat rigid against the headboard. I wanted to call Alex, but I had no phone. I didn’t even know his number. The realisation was terrifying. What kind of wife doesn’t know her husband’s number? Sleep dragged at me again. And pulled me under. Another nightmare. Fragments. Blood. Echoes. I woke drenched in sweat. The room felt suffocating. Unable to sleep, I stepped out onto the balcony.

She slaps her self and shook her head is she dreaming, no no not again, he can't keep on doing this to her , she walked in further, and put her hand on her mouth, her eyes popped out as she look at the person who she consider a friend, tied up on the wall spreading her legs wider as her husband fucked her senseless, Bia open her mouth and moan Jake's loud looking at Mary with a smirk, Mary shut her eyes and open them as pain chouke her, he promised her, he did promise not to cheat again " Nooooooooooooooooo" she screamed and rushed outside, before he could look at her, since his back was facing her, Jake pulled out of Bia when he heard his wife's voice and put on his clothes faster " fuck" h

I just pressed my eyes closed, knowing nothing how to react at this. "Mhmm so where I was. Yeah right, then his hand keeps on crawling till it reaches the bare back of your wife. And your wife being completely naive, she'll get little uncomfortable but soon dash her discomfort when she'll notice the friendly smile that hot guy would be faking. They both will dance to the beats of some dirty lyrics and soon that guy will start bringing his face closer till it would be only inches apart from your wife's face." My face flushed as she continued with her stupid story.

She didn’t owe him—or anyone—an explanation. And yet, she hated that a part of her wanted to give one. Because the truth was, Lucas didn’t leave her alone at a bar. She came here because she had already been alone. She came here because, earlier that night, she had watched her husband smile for another woman in a way he had never smiled for her. Because no matter how much she tried to hold on to their marriage, no matter how many times she told herself she just had to endure it a little longer, she was starting to feel like a woman without a husband.

"Tell me, T. Tell me, what wife would let her husband mention another woman's name in a nightmare? Me. I'm not willing to see my husband unfinished with his past and trapped with inner wounds." "I always wake up in the middle of the night. Hearing you say Dara, Dara, and Dara! Do you ever think about my feelings even a little? No, T. You never do that." "For months I tried to be patient, thinking you could forget about that damn woman in your dreams. But what? One year into our marital status, you keep mentioning the same name. Tell me who that ignorant woman is, T? What does she have to do with you. She sold herself for you? She-"

The banging noise continues, and I hear, “Max, wake up.” My eyes open to see my bedroom. I find myself alone, but not all my dream was fake. I quickly yell, “Just a second.” I rush to the bathroom to clean myself. It’s been years since my last wet dream. I grab a fresh pair of boxers, pants, and a shirt before opening the door. “Why are you banging on my bedroom door?” I ask. Taylor looks annoyed, “Your wife let me in; she was on her way out for something.”

Why was he just nearby, letting this happen? He screamed at the man several times, trying to stop him from doing anything to his wife, but no one listened. Worse, the man tore at her clothes again, making her scream louder. BK moved closer to them and shouted once more. He raised his voice as loud as he could—until he completely lost it… *** BK bolted upright from bed, panting hard. His forehead was drenched in sweat from that horrible nightmare. His wife had been missing for days now, and he kept dreaming the same nightmare, repeating the scene that happened to Daphne’s mother. He was sick with worry for his wife. He was slowly losing his mind wondering where she was, and how she was doing.

Iris was trembling badly, as if a basin of cold water had just poured on her head. It made sense. She had lost her chance and she made too many mistakes. It never occurred to her that Nicole was already Jared's wife. By chance, Iris had heard that Jared had a wife in the past. But from what she understood, the lady was long gone. And now, she suddenly returned and was alive with two kids. The siren of the police car sounded in Iris's ears. She knew that everything was over for her. Her face turned pale.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

Fuschia take a deep breath before continuing. “His face was clearly her husband's. Then after the wife was expelled from the residential area because she was considered to have violated the norm, the husband revealed that the wife actually slept with another man. All of it was his plot. Then he killed the wife. Then the wife returns to the past to expose her husband's wrongdoings. In your opinion, what kind of magic does the husband use to manipulate his wife?” Fuschia’s heart drum so fast. “Hmm… that story…”