His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left Novels & Stories

I had never known what was behind it. I never went in. I never even dared to touch the doorknob. That room was never mine. It belonged to Emily. The place where she now slept comfortably beside the man I once called my husband. A place warm with laughter and touch—all the things I never had during years of marriage.

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

Deleting the message now would do nothing. This isn't making any sense. “Don’t be selfish now, Isobelle. Let your kid meet his family. Plus, do you think Nikolai's family can let you board the flight somewhere to continue living your life knowing you are still married to their son? Not to mention, now that they know about their grandson?”

The room felt thick with tension. Marcus shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his sharp eyes locked on the flickering fire in the fireplace. He clasped his hands tightly as if the gesture could somehow ease the weight of the memories he carried. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and scratchy "My wife left me a long time ago," he started, hesitating to draw a trembling breath. "She lost the baby, and after that, she could no longer stand being with me."

THALIA By the third night of living in Dante's suite, I'd learned a few things about my husband. One, he only slept about three hours a night on a good day. Two, he survived almost entirely on coffee and whatever protein bars he kept stashed in his desk drawer. Three, he pretended he couldn't hear me when I had nightmares but I knew he could because I'd catch him standing in the doorway afterwards, probably just watching to make sure I was okay. It was creepy. But also kind of... not creepy? I didn't know how to feel about it.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

My wife, Lily Tanner, is a mortician. She's trying to avoid getting fired during her pregnancy, so she keeps locking herself in the morgue. I may be her husband and colleague, but even I am not allowed inside. I don't want her to work too hard, so in the middle of the night, I sneak into the morgue to do her checks for her. However, she reacts by going berserk and sounding the alarm. Ever since then, I've been very careful around her, fearing that it may affect her pregnancy. Later on, with Lily repeatedly receiving praise from the deceased's family, our department decides to hold a commendation ceremony for her. The whole family seems relieved. However, as soon as Lily receives her a

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."