His Bed Warmer Wife Novels & Stories

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

I was both amazed and surprised when he told me that he was going to cook something for me to eat, as this was my first time seeing him go to the kitchen since we got married. Even though I knew that he was doing this just to accomplish his mission, which was to make me beg at the end of the one month, I still felt happy; at least when dying, I will carry the memory of eating a food cooked by my husband to the grave. After some minutes, he made his way out of the kitchen with a tray containing a gooey grilled cheese with a side of tomato soup. "Here you go," he said to me as he dropped the tray in front of me'

His bedside was now cold and empty. Nickson had just opened his eyes and felt his right side which was usually warmed by Rebecca's presence. Now that he touched it, that side was very cold and felt cool under his skin. He kept wondering to himself ever since he woke up five minutes ago, is it normal for a husband to sleep soundly after his wife's death? He thought the answer was no. Even if he had asked his father, he would have been very angry if he knew that last night he had slept very well and there were hardly any problems apart from the sound of the alarm disturbing his sleep.

Afterward, he worked a bit, before nature took its course, and he slept off. After four hours, Susan woke up, and saw her husband sleeping on the couch. She imagined the discomfort he would have encountered, and felt bad. Then, she walked to the convenience and made water. Meanwhile, the bleeding had stopped, and she felt stronger. Thereafter, she returned to the room to attend to her husband. The food warmer, and the understanding that her husband had had his breakfast, took her aback. “This is not our food warmer,” she pointed out. Then, she tapped her husband, “Hubby.”

Finally placing a lingering kiss on her forehead he picked up her delicate frame in his arms and made his way to their room. ................................................... She woke up to an empty bed, her eyes land on the frame of her husband standing in the balcony and she smiled. Even after everything, he was with her and it was enough for her. The betrayal of her family would have shattered her to pieces if he didn't embrace her and held her together. His toned back turned towards her and arms flexing on the railing making her admire him. Perfection was the only thing that described this man. Lifting herself up from the bed, she wished to hug him from behind to only stop in her track

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Max looks at me questioningly, “Where are you going?” “I need some water.” I tell him. “Then I’m going to my room.” “Your room? Kitten, this is your room.” Max replied. I walk out the room and grab some water before heading to my room. I stop by the bathroom to clean up before laying down. When I walk out, Max is on my bed. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m going to sleep next to my wife tonight. Either we sleep here on this cramped twin bed, or she agrees to come back to our large comfy bed. Which is it?” he replied.

She took care of him till the fever went down then went to the kitchen to prepare some soup for him and fed him. "Thank you," he muttered. "Welcome," she responded covering him with the duvet. "I'll be in my room, if you need anything, let me know," she added. "You can sleep here if you really care about what happens to me," "Once you are strong we start arguing about it, no, I don't want that. Have some rest," she turned to leave but he got hold of her hand. "My mind hasn't gone nuts, I know what I'm saying right now and I won't argue about it. Husband and wife share the same bed, am I right?"

A woman growled unscathed but growled with a miracle-working so I immediately ran towards Hunter's room where it came from. My eyes widened at what I saw. I was trembling that I could not understand. Hunter, with a woman on the bed. The woman is on top of him and grinding. They are both naked and I am not a fool to know what they are doing. I don't know how many minutes I stood there crying and watching them. Until I decided to aim for my bedroom. I cried as I remembered their position. 'Why? Why did Hunter do this to me? Here in our house. Yes, I'm just a wife on paper, but it's still a wife. '

Like what was happening with Jessica and Lexi right now, their beds were swaying every night. Lexi continued to do it carefully. He didn't want anything to happen to his wife's stomach. Either several times Jessica moaned deliciously because of the action given to her It's getting late. A couple who wee exhausted. Now it's missing. Lexi hugged his wife from behind. He didn't forget to bring a warm blanket to cover his wife's body. To be continued…