A Wife Wafted Away Novels & Stories

He raised his wine glass, proposing a toast. “Two decades have passed since the unfortunate day when my daughter slipped away from my grasp, leaving a void in my heart. As I embarked on the arduous journey to find her, little did I know that this quest would also lead to the gradual departure of my beloved wife from my life. I promised my wife that,” Mr. Welthe declared, his voice filled with determination. “I shall never give up on finding our precious child,” he assured, sharing his heartfelt tale with all who would listen.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

“There is no marriage, there never was, not really.” Cassia’s eyes glistened with tears. “Still, I should go. This isn’t right, I shouldn’t be here.” “Cassia, no—” Panic filled his voice as she pulled away from him. “Please, don’t leave. Stay, I’m begging you.” “I can’t, not like this, not when your wife is here.” She brushed past me, and I caught the briefest flash of triumph in her eyes. Then she was gone, leaving nothing but her perfume hanging in the air.

That’s cute. “Me?” my wife asked her in a disbelieving tone, where I sensed that she didn’t want anything complicated in her life. She might be adorable right now, but I have to be serious on this matter, or else she won’t take it seriously. “Yes, you. The dawn and dusk that were mentioned in the riddle were about a vaewolf.” I sternly started clearing it out for her. “How is it me?” She wondered, but she thought about it carefully.

" She is dead! Nobody would mention her name, do you understand me? " Dead? Royalty's brows pinched in shock. Very displeased, he frowned dangerously and balled his fist. " Grandmother, what do you mean my wife is dead? " " Oh! Didn't you know? She jumped from the bridge and committed suicide_ " Now that she is gone, you'd take a new wife_" " Ciara! "

“Do you remember me?” “Where’s Venice?” I found myself asking without thinking. “I am your wife,” she declared. “We are married.” “Huh?” I pulled her hand away from me. “What are you talking about?” She stood up straight and looked me directly in the eye. “Venice is de*d. She’s been gone. She has been deceased for a long time.” Gradually that thing came back to me... “Yeah, right,” I murmured to myself. “I’ll just call your doctor and your parents.”

She was in her mind, away from the noise, away from the worry and away from her husband. Jerald. Lord, I swear this woman is testing me. Yes she's right, I should've been in Belgium but we only learned that the Gala night has been postponed when we were in our private jet. Yesterday I got news that Walter lost his life but to whom I don't know. At this point I don't have a clue who is the man trying to end my life, it's not surprising and not scary when you're A Mafia leader. At 9 am I receive a call that my wife is not home, she shows up an hour later in different clothes, holding her heels. The sadist in me wants to lock her up and do whatever I want with her.

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

Master Javen give Jade the drink. "Sargeant, I'm sorry I need to bring my wife home now. Please investigate the incident here and let me know immediately the results," the master said as he stood up and carried his wife into his arms, and walk out to the door. Master Javen carried Jade to the helicopter, then left the site. As the helicopter hovering up in the sky, Master Javen embraced tightly his wife. "Javen, I'm dirty and did not bath, I don't smell nice, don't hug me too much." Jade shyly said.

She murmured that last part, but Dasha clearly heard her, as she instantly burst into tears, her body becoming so wobbly that her husband had to support her again, holding her like a baby in his arms. “Leave us alone.” Vasily spat in clear threat, not even looking back one last time as he quickly walked away from there, taking his wife with him. And, with her heart heavier than ever, Millicent watched Isaac's mother, the same mother who should be in the grave, walk away again.