A Wife Wafted Away Novels & Stories

"It's an excellent disruption to my routine." A collective, silent consensus rippled through the veranda. The narrative was indisputable. This marriage wasn't a strategic sham; it was a wildfire. Sitting beneath the intense, unshielded weight of her wife's gaze, her hand still locked in Vivian's over the linen, Avery realized the terrifying truth: the performance was over. They had officially burned the script.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

I wanted to die with something beautiful around me instead of these white walls and the smell of antiseptic. "I'll arrange it," Whitmore said quietly. "But Mrs. Vale, please. Let me come with you." "No." I tried to smile, though my cracked lips made it painful. "I want to see my husband alone. Just us. The way it should be." The way it never was, some traitorous part of my mind whispered. I silenced it.

Laura quickly accepted the white oversized hoodie and draped it over her head so that it looked like a veil of some sort before turning to him. "We can't get married for real because marrying the dead is frowned upon but if you don't mind, we can exchange vows here and now. At the very least, we can be husband and wife for however long I have left before returning to the light." Tynan found it incredibly difficult to hold back tears and he might have let one or two slip past his defences as he searched up the wedding vows. The crappy hoodie didn't do her beauty any justice and Tynan wished he could afford something better than that. Nevertheless, they exchanged vows that night despite missin

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

Her clothes were wet and her white linen cap was askew. "Your Ladyship, please forgive me." She stopped and curtsied in front of Regina. "Mrs. Stadley, what's the matter?" The woman wiped tears from her eyes. "It's my husband. He was attempting to fix the wheel on the mill. He was holding on to a side of the wheel when it broke loose from whatever had stopped it, and I fear it's pulled him under! I'm afraid he's going to" The woman was shaking hard now and didn't say the word, but everyone knew what she was thinking. Drown.

Ava led her husband into the kitchen, away from the others. "It is time," she stated simply and refilled her husband's glass of bourbon and pressed the heavy crystal into his hand. "You're sure?" he asked, not bothering to hide the excitement that laced his words. She nodded once. "Garin is still seeing the little she-wolf. I believe it was her jilted lover who left an incriminating photo of the two of them on our door," she ran her hand lovingly, almost seductively down her front, feeling the cool metal of the blade lick into her skin.

But the whispered voice was filled with torment. ‘I love you very much’ The pain was greater than the fear she saw. Or hear the world of the dead, Mirawadee, out of the embrace of the young man with an embarrassed smile. “I’m hungry.” “Are you sure you can walk? Would you like to eat in the room?” The young woman shook her head. “Sure.” “Okay,” Mirawadee smiled as the husband backed away, allowing his wife to walk away. She turned to look at him again. But the girl’s spirit had already disappeared.