A Wife's Nightmare Plot Summary Novels & Stories

The last thing that I see as I drop to the ground are the piercing blue eyes of Jason as he holds me still. Flash back ends.. The loud phone vibrates on the table as I wake up from the nightmare I have had since I got married to Jason last night. A painful reminder that I married my brother's murderer and I made a mistake. I pick the call relunctantly and answer my sister ,"hello, " "What's going on Anna? "she screeches like a banshee over the phone.

Almost like someone out there was trying to punish me for a sin I didn't know I committed. I walked towards the room, intending to tell my wife I needed to head to our family hospital to check on my father. But as I approached, I picked up a strangled scream coming from inside. I thought nothing of it until I heard it again. This time, it sounded so familiar. I didn't need to listen again to know it came from Nova. With my heart racing, I burst through the door. What I saw made my blood run cold. A man stood over my wife, his hands around her throat, and a syringe gleaming in his other hand. I didn't hesitate.

“Ethan will come by tomorrow. We should… try again.” Her breath hitched. Ethan. The name alone was enough to send a rush of heat through her veins. She hated herself for it. Hated the way her mind betrayed her with images of that night—his hands, his lips, the weight of him pressing her into the sheets. She had told herself it was duty, an obligation to her husband, nothing more. But she couldn’t shake it. Her body had remembered. And now, as August’s words sank in, she felt both dread and a dangerous flicker of something else.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Her laughter was chilling, and no matter how hard Jax tried to cover his ears, her laughter wouldn't go away. He dreamed of his wife being murdered, and the images were so vivid, and unlike his previous dreams, this one was the most brutal of all. In his dream, he saw the woman who actually killed his wife, a woman, and she was happy while mercilessly stabbing his beloved wife. Jackson shivered as he witnessed how the woman tortured his wife. His wife was crying, and the woman just laughed, enjoying what she was doing. Jackson wanted to shout, but no voice came out of his mouth. No matter how hard he tried to scream, nothing happened. It just made him more desperate. He wanted to run, but he

On the other hand, Alexa was quite struggling in her sleep, although she wasn’t having a nightmare filled with ghosts and monsters; But a nightmare containing her worst times in life that even she, can’t remember herself. “I DON’T WANT THAT KID OKAY? WE’RE NOT EVEN MARRIED!” shouted a man in her dreams. There was a toddler crying while a couple was fighting. “WELL FINE! GET OUT! I’LL TAKE CARE OF OUR KID INSTEAD!” a woman replied.

, blaring in my ears like a fucking fire drill. I groaned, slamming my hand on the nightstand until I found the damn phone and shut the alarm off. My head pounded not from alcohol, but from sheer frustration. I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. The events from earlier still clawed at my nerves like an itch I couldn't scratch. What kind of unhinged woman does that? She had the nerve to show up here, slurring nonsense and claiming to be my wife. We aren't even married yet and we'll never be. Hell, I'm not sure I even want to be in the same country as her, let alone under the same roof.

Diana As I opened my eyes, even the faintest ray of light stabbing into them made them burn. I instinctively squeezed them shut again. A sharp, throbbing pain spread through my head, bringing tears to my eyes. But I could tell that my hands were bound tightly behind my back. It hurt. Everything hurt. The muffled voices around me took a few moments to register. “She's the woman... his wife. Her company has ruined everything we had...” The words weren't entirely clear, but I understood enough.

(Good night my love and sweet dreams)," she replied then kissed him also. He placed his body into their bed's softness; the quiet, the sense of rest had lulled him to sleep. His thoughts are slowly vanishing as his mind wants to rest. The cold wind and soft bed are inviting him into the dreamland. He embraced her wife and kissed her temple down to her nose, her eyes, and cheeks, and her inviting lips. Suddenly there is something cold in Leticia's back. His hands could feel that something was flowing on his palm. He was surprised to see that his hands had been painted with crimson blood. What surprises him is the knife that he was holding; it has the blood of his wife. He killed his wife! He