Dazzling Return Of The Deaf And "dead" Wife Romane & Geschichten

“Besides, my wife is more delicious.” THE END!

Vivian takes the opportunity to spread salt on Mathilda’s wound. “No matter how nice you make it sound that you bagged a rich hot man, your husband still married you because of a deal that he struck with me, so I want to believe that he has something to gain from this marriage, and when he is done sucking the little that is left of your useless self, he is so going to throw you away like a used tissue,” she tries to make me feel less of myself.

The air buzzed with whispers and speculation. Then—a voice rang out. “Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you—Marcella Devereaux.” The Return of a Phantom The room fell silent. A woman stepped onto the grand staircase, bathed in golden light. Tall. Regal. Dressed in black. She moved like a queen returning to her throne. Isabella’s breath caught. It couldn’t be. Marcella Devereaux was dead. And yet—here she was. She smiled, her voice smooth as silk.

Only I could, by remembering what I’d lived through before I was ten. “Do me a favor: stop talking. Stop looking at me. Stop breathing.” “Then I’d die!” I shot back, hurt. “And wouldn’t that be perfect?” I crossed my arms, fuming. “If I die, I’ll come back as a ghost to haunt you.” “What?” “You think I’d leave my gorgeous, rich, delicious husband for another woman? Do I look crazy to you?”

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

"Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from the start. Now, it is time you stop dropping the act of being my wife and go back to your father’s house. Your tenure in this fantasy is over. I am not the man you think you have a claim on." Delia shot up from the chair, her hands shaking as she gripped the edge of my desk. She looked like she was about to lose it completely. “What? Just like th

“Big deal! Maybe you should reflect on yourself, Ms. Markham. Your condition doesn’t allow you to have children. For all we know, you might have let more than your hair down during your younger days, and that’s on you.” Krystal was already seething with rage, and Dale’s remark didn’t help with the situation. Following a rush of blood to the head, she gripped Dale by the throat. “I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? I’m going to kill you!” Pinned against the wall, Dale uttered in a struggle, “Go ahead. Kill me. I suppose it’s worth having company in the afterlife…” Her anger lifted as reason returned. It took a lot of hard work to get where she was today, and the last thing sh

She did not even hear him when he said that he would be out for about thirty minutes as her attention was on the screen in her bed room as she shed tears. Yes, she was watching a tragic romance movie and was too busy wiping the sad sad tears from her eyes as Mara, or whatever it was the female lead was called found out that her lover had died in the faccident that had made her to become a paraplegic and that she could not remember anything except from the accident...

even with loud music she can still clearly hear Meredith. "Hey, I love that music. I love my life. I love my husband." She said it out loud. Meredith, shake her head with so much disapproval. "No, your husband is such a... jerk," she just mumbled the last words. "My husband what?" "Your husband is competent. Yeah, competent and loved you." She explained. "Yes, he is. Even though I'm worried right now. Why he is not answering my call, I didn't know what happened to them," she said with a worried voice. "Fuck, Takahashi I should be with my family right now!"

"You reacted to the change. You noticed it and made it a bigger deal than it really was and that my dear girl is why you didn't get laid last night by that beast of a man." "Were you spying on me or catching up with your husband?" "Both. Don't you ever watch a romantic movie or porn to get you in the mood." She waggled her ghostly eyebrows. Hilarious. I rolled my eyes. "So let me get this straight: you watch people have sex?" "What else do you do when you're dead and no one summons you? Is that what you've gotten out of this little chat? Please tell me you are that daft. Oh dear. Oh my."