A Wife Wafted Away Novels & Stories

Martha mashed the potatoes harder. Thud-Thud! “Where are their parents now?” She spontaneously stopped and turned toward Noah, “dead…” she then began to mash the potatoes again even harder. Thud-Thud-Thud! “The devil named Anderson Vaillant and his pack killed my husband along with the kid’s parents…” she began to bang the masher even after the poor potatoes had been completely squashed. But it didn't stop her. Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud! Martha couldn't hold her tears, “They spared us, because my daughter, Wendy, agreed to marry him and became his Luna…”

I was also nervous about what my husband said because he is the only one driving and he has never experienced such a situation. “Hon, are you okay?! Can you drive even if the weather is rough?” “I’ll try Carina, Carmela, and Evelyn. Where are they?” “They’re downstairs. I’ll just go see them. The wave has gotten stronger. Maybe Carmela is scared. I’ll be back here, hon.” Worried about Loid. “Alright hon, be careful. Put Carmela and Evelyn on life jackets first.” My husband is kind because even our assistant is still worried about her. I went down and looked at Evelyn and Carmela. The waves in the sea have gotten stronger, so it’s hard to find them both.

The second reporter, an agile thin lady, struggled for space and once she made it to the woman, held up two microphones, one for herself and the bigger one for the woman. The lady rapped her questions, "Mr. Murray was said to have pushed his wife from a building straight to her death. He was said to have written a will, giving all his wealth to you, Mrs. Walsh, then drowned himself. Last three years, you never gave us an accurate information on his reason for willing his wealth to you. Is it truly because you had an affair with him outside his marriage?"

Outside, a middle-aged woman looked at him with disdain, and next to him were three other beautiful women who also looked at him with disdain. "My wife hasn't woken up yet, what are you doing here?" “What is it, your wife scared our goats away. You are quick to pay for our loss." “Elder brother, don't say that we are a family that has to be divided or brotherly. This was made by the eldest brother's wife, not us."

His hoarse voice echoed through the walls. "I didn't shoot anybody!" Meanwhile in Arlington Heights was a wife who felt she'd lost her husband. There was Kayla and in her hands was a photo they had taken on their wedding day and she was next to an open flame. A burning flame, that reflected in her eyes the pain and the newly developed resentment she had for him.

“I never knew you told jokes this early in the morning, officer. I don’t have time for talks like this. Neither do I find them funny. So bring my wife out from whatever cell you locked her up, else I’ll burn this entire place to the ground,” I growled. And I meant every fucking word I said. I could see the way he shivered at my words. His hands landed harshly on the table and he stood up to face me. “Your wife committed a grave offense, young master. She escaped from prison. And was involved in a ghastly car accident. Her body could not be recovered unfortunately because she burned to death in the car.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

The city lights were flickering on, a sea of artificial stars. "Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Hale?" Cyprian asked, offering his arm. Vespera looked one last time at the city. She thought of the pain. She thought of the betrayal. She thought of the cold road. It all seemed so far away now. Like a story she had read in a book a long time ago. She took her husband's arm. "Yes," she said. "Let's go home." They turned away from the railing. They walked through the glass doors, leaving the wind and the memories outside.

I am done with married women. The End

But I couldn't even say that this was the case, as Absalon and his fair wife disappeared in a cloud of smoke almost instantly with a taunting cackle that I'm convinced will haunt my dreams. How else did the room get razed down? Oh, that was my husband in a fit of rage before he zoomed outside to find the wizard. Of course, that was, but after he'd signalled Wade to accompany me to a safe place. Was there any time I was allowed to join in the fun without Mikael trying to hide me like a treasured china plate locked in a cupboard?