A Wife Wafted Away Novels & Stories

Not a moment passes and Lola is already weeping…at her final moments she is missing Nora the most. The soft whispers of prayers and soothing words fills the room, offering solace and love to the woman on her final passage. The air carries the scent of fragrant flowers, a delicate reminder of the beauty that still surrounds her, even in this solemn moment. Her breaths grows shallower with each passing moment, her body gradually succumbing to the ravages of illness. Time seems to stand still as her beloved husband holds her hands, offering reassurance and love as she transitions from this world to the next.

They knew the next part of the instruction very well. They slowly turned towards the woman who was now bent over herself. " You are free to taste! " No sooner did the words leave Ryan's mouth than his men pounced over the man's wife. Dragging her away by the neck to another corner. Her shrill yells for help were of no avail. Ryan turned his attention to the husband. " So, your casino is gone. Your woman has gone to my boys. What else do you still have that is of any worth?

"How can this be-" Vincent staggered backward in despair. As desolate as he felt, he loved his wife very much, and he was not willing to give up on her just like that. "Graham, please, I'm begging you to think of something else. I'm willing to pay any price as long as you can save my wife."

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

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.

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse. Someone in the gallery shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

“You just took my wife’s photo without her permission. I want to delete it.” “Your wife?” The man laughed. “Haha! You’re a silly man. Your wife has an affair behind your back. Haven’t you realized it?” Another man walked over and laughed. “Instead of wasting your time and talking to us, why don’t you go back and control your wife? Maybe she’s seducing another man when you’re not around.” “Gah! She’s such a beautiful woman, but she’s a witch who gets involved with men. What a shame!”

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"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!”