A Wife's Nightmare Plot Summary Novels & Stories

"I- Yeah, I guess so…" That was the delivery girl and me. There's no point lying, her body was soft and sweet like cotton candy, and I enjoyed drilling her tight, little pussy too. But it was sadly, a one night stand. If only my wife could hear my deep, dirty thoughts… our home would most likely burn to the ground. In their room, Hanord's troubled wife's glare transfixed on her husband, lost in his own world of fantasy; was cold as ice. "What the fuck, Hanord!" Her voice boomed. Slamming her mobile on the vanity top, Natasha knocked a candle holder off.

Letting out a sigh, I bit the corner of my lip in frustration. As I laid there, I could feel everything slowly sink it. The pressure, the pain, the sting, the weight of my own thoughts. Was Ethan ever my husband? Was he really my husband? A stranger? But was the other stranger telling the truth? THEY ARE BOTH STRANGERS, DUMBO, WAKE UP! How did I lose my memory?

Maria’s POV I jolted awake from yet another excruciating dream, my forehead and back drenched in sweat, tears silently streaming down my cheeks. It was the same nightmare that had haunted me every night since that evening two weeks ago-the night I abandoned my husband and son, handing them over to the care of my twin sister. In the dream, Isaac was always crying, sobbing in a way that tore me apart. But worse, he had found the words to call me out. In the dream, he could speak clearly, and what he said was worse than any scream.

He had caught someone and Vadim was never merciful. For a second I didn’t remember if Sloane was awake, I didn’t remember if she was shaken by the noise. Who dared disrupt my sleep. Who dared wake me up in the middle of the night. I knew I would shed some blood tonight. The light in the living room was too bright, I stepped into it and stopped. What I saw wasn’t what I was supposed to see. I saw my wife on her knees. With her maid, Annika. She was smaller, her eyes were filled with tears, her body shook.

“Oh, but you know my name.” “Of course, everyone knows you.” He walked to the bed and sat on the edge. The brunette moved towards him and wrapped her hand around him. I almost felt pity for her as she shook while holding him. Snap! I shifted my gaze to Mason, who had his phone up. Mr. Hale peeled away from the lady immediately. His eyes widened. “What are you doing?” He questioned Mason. “I think your wife would be pleased to have this.” Wait what? He has a wife?

It's just that my work today isn't letting me take much rest. Elizabeth POV I don't know why but something in me is telling me that the worst is coming. I don't know what or why but it's coming for sure. The day time was over and I lay in bed beside my husband as usual. After falling asleep, a terrible nightmare comes along. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed myself awake. "What is the problem?! What happened?!" My husband asked. My scream woke him from sleep. "Thank goodness you are still here! I thought I... I lost you..." I said.

If she won’t tell it to you, you wouldn’t know her mind just played out a scene where she’s on a run in a dark alley being chased by some figure in silhouette, with a whip. She looked over her husband who must be having his own alternate reality in his sleep. Often, she’d wake him up after a bad dream because she believes someone needs to quickly share the details of a nightmare to release the negative vibes off it. He looked too tired though and she didn’t want to disturb him. She wouldn’t go back to sleep either since her nightmare might just continue in her head if she does so. Once, she went back to bed and realized she’d returned to the scene of the chaos she just woke up from.

When even his legal wife received scraps. The family drama unfolded in the most shocking way no one ever saw coming, and it was hard to comprehend at heart where the drama was going to end. “No! That can't be possible!” Irina screamed, her blood pressure rising immediately, as she began to cough in panic. She staggered to her feet, clutching her chest, “You’re lying, all of you! My husband would never leave me that! Never!” She slammed her fist on the table, knocking over a glass of water, and immediately the bailiff stepped forward, uncertain whether to intervene.

I knew that my parents were capable of a lot of things, but I never dreamed that they could stoop so low to sell me out. That night, she made up her mind to be happy regardless of everything that was coming. After washing up, she laid beside her unconscious husband, but sleep was not coming. She has always imagined her wedding night to be a very memorable one, but here she is in bed with a lifeless man who might never see what she looks like till he dies. She tossed and turned in frustration, wondering why sleep was not coming. Finally, she drifted into a restless sleep and found herself engulfed in very strange dreams.

The master bedroom that Cassie and her husband Greg shared wasn't empty. Tears escaped Cassie's eyes as she gazed upon the lovers writhing around in her bed. She squinted, blinking away the tears that blurred her vision. The truth came back into focus and she stared, stunned, silent, as her husband pumped in and out of his lover while kissing her with nauseating passion. Cassie's brain spun, trying to grasp the reality of what she was seeing. Was this another nightmare? Had she fallen asleep at the wheel and now she was in Hell?