A Wife's Nightmare Plot Summary Novels & Stories

How come they exhibit likewise attributes even though they grew apart? “You know since that day since I found out we were related, I have been having nightmares. Very terrible ones. I didn't want to tell you the last time being that you and your husband weren't on good terms but after that night, I couldn't keep it to myself any longer” she went on. , “What kind of nightmares?” I sagged back on the chair my back beginning to ache “I saw you running endlessly in a maze with a faceless man chasing after you. I was trying to help you but I couldn't. Each time I'm about to reach you something seems to take me away”

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

Her daughter Kira’s voice rang out as she intertwined their hands trying to calm her down. “How can i calm down, this witch infuriates me so much that I just want to slap her.” She said clenching her teeth. Her hand holding on tight to the knife that’s suppose to cut through the bread. Kira looks at her mum and shakes her head. She never understood the drama between her mother and Aunty Roma. She focuses on eating her food. -- Walking into the room, Roma was informed by the maid that her husband left the office. ‘ Thank you’ she said to the maid who in turn bowed down in courtesy before leaving.

After undressing, I climbed into bed, preparing for sleep, hoping to escape the reality of my life for just a few hours. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I knew who it was, but I chose to ignore it. Natalia continued knocking, her irritation seeping through the wood.“I know you’re awake, Nicholas! Open the fucking door!” she shrieked angrily. I yawned tiredly, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over my ears, turning to my side. “I’m your wife! You can’t keep sleeping in separate rooms!” she shouted, as if announcing our marriage would somehow make it real.

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

I had just returned from shopping for Jason and my wedding anniversary dinner when I heard it—a low, breathless moan drifting from the master bedroom. It was sharp, unmistakable and intimate. My steps froze. For a split second, my mind scrambled for explanations—any explanation—but every single one collapsed into the same truth. The man in that room could only be my husband, Jason. I moved slowly down the hallway, my pulse loud in my ears. The bedroom door wasn’t fully closed, just slightly ajar, leaving a narrow gap. And through that gap— I saw her, Nerissa, my stepsister, straddling on top of Jason, their bodies tangled together as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

He spun on his heel and his frantic footsteps clicked down the hallway, fading fast. The silence that rushed back into the room was heavy, suffocating, and ticking like a time bomb. I turned back to Cassie. She looked like a trapped deer. The color had completely drained from her face, her eyes wide and glassy with a terrifying realization. The weight of her reality was crashing down on her all over again—she was a wife who had just discovered her five-year marriage was a calculated financial scam, and now her husband was marching up the stairs. “He can’t see me here,” she whispered, her voice splintering. She looked down at her hands, which were shaking violently.

She needed to feel that physical pain, or else she could die from the one in her chest. This couldn't be real. This was a nightmare, a nightmare she wanted to wake up from, a nightmare she never imagined would be her reality. But it was. The signs had always been there. God. The red flags had always fucking been there. When Derek started acting like being her husband was a chore he despised. When she had to practically beg him for sex. When the sex reduced to once in two months. When he didn't come home for days because he was “busy”. The coldness in his eyes when he looked at her.

So where had this woman—claiming she was my wife—fallen from, right into the center of our company? --- “Can you calm down now?” I asked the woman. Her crying had taken me off guard at first, but now she was fraying my nerves. “If you’re Darian Freeman, then who was my husband?” she demanded. Her hazel eyes, reddened from crying, looked almost green. The whites were bloodshot; her makeup had streaked down her face in dark tracks. “I don’t understand you,” I said, impatient. “I was married to Darian Freeman. To the bastard who owns this company!”

"I've been sleeping with your wife. You're nothing but a coward. I'll make you kneel and beg today." That was when I noticed the watch on his wrist. It was the same watch that had gone missing from my collection. Suddenly, it all clicked. Ever since Julian moved in, things had gone missing. The trust I once had in Wendy had turned into bitter disappointment. She noticed my stare and looked away nervously. Then, she gently told Julian, "Don't go too far. Just teach him a lesson." The next moment, the bottle crashed down on my head. Everything went black as I fainted.