Dream Of Ex Husband Meaning Novels & Stories

“I don't think anyone has experienced such emotions as I do. I literally have vivid dreams of me digging my hands into his chest, and plucking his heart out. It's getting too realistic. Sometimes, they're not even dreams. They're like visions.” “Do you have imaginations of murdering numerous people, or just one person?” She asked, Her seemingly feeble hands rubbed her knee. “I am experiencing some knee pains.” She explained, I nodded. “Sorry.” “Thank you.” “So, go on.” She nudged, “Most of the time, I dream of my husband. Soon to be my ex husband.” “Is there any reason you'd want to murder him?” “ A lot of reasons actually.” “Indulge me.”

"You know, sometimes I wish he wasn't my father. Why did you marry him?" "Things aren't always as they seem." I was going to ask what she meant by that, but I was shaken awake. There was too much noise—so many grunts and movements I couldn't process. I drifted off once more. This time, I dreamed about something different; maybe it wasn't a dream. It could be an imitation of what I hoped for, what I wished for. In my dream, I was loved and cherished by none other than my very own husband, Aiden.

"Atleast that's what I thought!" "But now you know that's a lie!!!" He continues. "We've spent the whole day together and you didn't even think of telling me! God! I was about to move to another country for fùcks sake! You would've just let me move without telling me that we share a child together!!!" "I can't stand in the way of you and your dreams!" "You are my fùcking dream, Dani!" He blurts out. "Can't you fùcking see that! You are my fùcking dream! Marrying you and having kids with you and taking pictures of you is my ultimate dream! Nothing beats that!"

But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to a loveless mean Damian. My marriage lacks communication and genuine emotions it feels so unreal This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind. Now here I am, in a marriage of convenience with a handsome, mean, and billionaire husband who only cares about his shares and sees marriage as a game.

"Westley, if you had said even just one truthful thing to me, I wouldn't hate you so much." Westley responded, "You wanted a divorce, didn't I divorce you?" Jordan choked for a moment. "Do you even know what divorce means?" Westley fiddled with the handcuffs and let out a short snort. "Is my ex-wife no longer my wife?" Fallacious reasoning, ridiculous logic! Jordan said angrily, "Divorce means the termination of the marital relationship, so I'm not your wife! Don't keep saying things that can be misunderstood, like there's something between us."

He said. “But it has always been my dream to have sex in an aircraft.” I whined. “Really?” He laughed and I nodded. “Okay, I’ll make that dream come true.” He got on top of me again. I was really happy to be spending the rest of my life with him. It was truly magical being with him and creating a family together.

Elianna sneered, "I could fulfill the engagement of both families, unless Leonard can do one thing." Vivienne smiled and said, "What's the matter? You tell me." Elianna said, "Unless he had the ability to bring down the Kensington family." The smile on Vivienne's face gradually froze. Elianna said, "Joseph used to be my ex-husband, and I hated him. He would have to become my husband again, unless one day he can step on the Kensington family! If he can do that, I am ready to fulfill my 'mission' at any time."

His words echoed in my mind, and I still was clueless about his motive behind marrying me. I lay my tired head on the headrest and closed my eyes. The day’s exhaustion got me, and I fell into a blissful sleep. But it was a temporary moment of bliss because my hot husband followed me into my dream. He appeared in my dream from nowhere and picked me up in his arms. I snuggled into his bare torso and moisture pooled between my legs when my body touched his. He lay me down in heaven and pulled me closer to his warm body. I inhaled his addictive scent, wanting to lick every inch of his body. How had I become such a needy bitch in my dreams? I thrashed to get free and escape from my dreams.

I rasped, my voice thick with emotions. Those eyes drifted to my hand. He grasped it gently and lifted to his lips. Only then did I notice a diamond sparkling on my ring finger. He kissed it, and those lips of his parted into a beaming grin. “Good morning… Wife.” I opened my eyes and jerked up to sit on the bed. My eyes opened wide, slowly roaming through my bedroom—my empty bedroom. My heart thundered. My head was spinning from sudden movement and the remains of sleep. I shivered, but I was not cold or frightened. The lower muscles in my stomach were still clenched, and the ache between my thighs left no doubts about what my body demanded. I raised my trembling hands and clasped both cheeks

I sighed. "He told me before that there's a woman who's always appearing in his dream. He was happy when they're together. The happiness he felt for the woman in his dream was different from his ex-girlfriends before. It's different from them. I have a strong presumption that he's starting to find the woman in his dream and maybe the woman is destined for him. I would be happy for him though," I explained to my auntie. There was pain in my heart while sharing it to my auntie, but I kept hiding my real emotions from her. She gasped bitterly. She remained silent and maybe she's trying to process the information she heard coming from me. Her mouth left open.