A Wife's Nightmare Plot Summary Novels & Stories

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

It's fucking bullshit, but Alex and I agree we need to be with the women. When I look at my wife, I see her fatigue. Worry eats at me. She isn't sleeping, and she may not know it, but I'm fully aware that night terrors are keeping her awake. I've tried to give her space to sort out her head and now I regret it.

Knight said to her. Elena nodded her head nervously and ate her breakfast. "Go dear and get ready," Mrs. Knight said to her. Elena nodded at her and went upstairs. When she entered their room, the incident of last night came to her mind. She remembered how her husband pushed her outside the room. All night she had spent near the poolside. When she woke up, she saw a blanket on her body and her devil husband was absent. Elena opened her bag and took out a simple white dress and went inside the washroom.

She had been given emergency treatment, but she has to be brought to a bigger hospital if ever something will develop. Nicholas diligently watch over the woman and stay by her side. He fell asleep when he was awaken by the woman having a nightmare. Beads of sweat is visible on her forehead. Shivering and murmurs incoherent words He immediately alerted the nurse's station.. "It's natural for you wife to have nightmares because of the trauma she suffered." The nurse explained. "My wife? " Baffled he repeaed. "Yes your wife! Is she not?" The nurse confused asked him.

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

Amara woke to a house that did not feel like hers. The guest room was too perfect—neatly made bed, pale curtains, faint scent of expensive wood polish. Nothing here carried warmth. Nothing here welcomed her. She lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the truth settle again. She was married. To Lucas Harrington. A man who had never wanted her. Amara pushed herself out of bed and slipped on a robe. Her suitcase sat unopened in the corner, a reminder that she was still living out of borrowed space. Last night had been too heavy for unpacking. This morning felt worse.

The headline below read: ASHFORD HEIRESS TAKES CONTROL OF WESTBRIDGE HOSPITAL Tristan’s hand tightened around the remote. Ashford? The Ashford Medical Group? No. That couldn’t be— His assistant hurried in. “Sir… investors are asking if you knew your ex-wife was connected to Ashford.” Ex-wife. Connected. His pulse stuttered. “Connected how?” he demanded. “She’s the daughter.” The room felt smaller. For a long moment, Tristan said nothing. Then he let out a short laugh. “That’s impossible.” But doubt had already begun creeping into his mind. — Back at Westbridge Hospital, Juniper walked through the main corridor for the first time as Director.

"What is going on?!" Sinead's mother was the first to run forward. "Sinead, are you alright? Jesse, what are you doing?" I had no choice but to let Margaret leave first. "This is a family matter, and it's a little complicated." She left. Then, I brought Sinead and her parents upstairs. There was no helping it. Some things had to be explained sooner or later. On the way up, Sinead's mother kept complaining. "How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?"

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr