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

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

Ella's life was never an easy one. Born in a wealthy family that was roots deep in crime, she'd lived a fearful life. Shunned from a normal life, Ella tried to stay away from the crimes her family participated in, even when the flames of the dark side of her family burned her voice. Life was cruel, but Ella did not expect it to get worse. A day after her father's death, Ella found herself getting shipped off to marry a man she did not know. What was worse? The man she was to marry, was the very man who killed her father. Elijah doesn't need to marry Custo's daughter. He already knew the benefits of this arranged marriage was to her family and not him. Yet, resentment made him sign the contract. Marrying Ella meant having her and her family wrapped around his little finger. Ella's fate was sealed. Out from one cage to the next. Only, this cage has a monster living in it, one that will make her life miserable.

When the factory director’s son dragged my drunk fiancee into the supply warehouse, I pretended as if I did not see them. I just turned around and walked away. In the past, I had ruined my own future by rushing in and beating the factory director’s son up. I was even framed for stealing the supplies from the warehouse. When the warehouse keeper came over with the police officers, my fiancee deliberately ripped her own clothes. She cried and said that she came with the director to stop me from committing the crime, but I beat her up and even defiled her. Everyone despised me, and I became a criminal. My fiancee’s parents could not bear the rumors, and they forced me to marry her. But that marriage was only the start of a hellish life. She lived like a queen at home, yet she told everyone I was starving her. When she got pregnant, she deliberately pushed her belly against the corner of the table. Then, she stood in the courtyard and cried. She claimed I had abused her, and I wanted to kill my own baby. My parents felt bad for me, so they borrowed money from everyone they knew to get her a job. But when she landed on the job, she framed my father for stealing the steel from the factory. Half a year after my father was imprisoned, he passed away in jail due to an illness. My mother could not bear the stress and fell severely ill. She also passed away soon after. When I was pinned under the collapsed brick wall at the construction site, she did not call for help. Instead, she picked up a brick and smashed it into my head. “If you were not so nosy, Jeremy and I’d have been together already. We wouldn’t have wasted so much time!” My head bled, and I was buried beneath a pile of rubble. When I opened my eyes again, I was at the entrance of the supply warehouse. From inside, I heard my fiancee’s soft, teasing murmurs.

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

My wife, Rochelle Willoughby, went on a business trip for five months. When I picked her up at the airport, she showed up with her true love instead. I noticed her baby bump and was about to ask some questions, but she shoved me away like I was some disgusting piece of trash. "Don't touch me with your grubby hands. I'm pregnant with Samuel's baby. If you hurt it somehow, I'll kill you!" Then, she gently held Samuel Riverson's hand. "You must be exhausted. Let's go home." She left me at the airport without so much as a glance. I saw them off and quietly rubbed the part Rochelle shoved. Then, I contacted my divorce lawyer. Ten years. This marriage finally came to an end.

At the beginning of her marriage to Julian, Evelyn Stone was treated like a queen. But after three years, Julian suddenly changed—drastically. Evelyn was left confused, unable to understand what had caused her husband’s transformation. Then, one night, Julian came home with a woman named Selena. That very night, he handed Evelyn divorce papers, claiming he had married the wrong woman all along. It wasn’t Evelyn he had been searching for—it was Selena.

Estonia married to her first true love but had divorced her husband when she misunderstood his relationship with one of his worker. now they are forced to pretend to still be happily married because grandma P is coming home to spend some time with them before her death

Yara and Andrian. They met in an orphanage, grew up together, and together they fought every storm that shot their way. When a couple chose to adopt Yara, she turned them down, sacrificing a lifetime opportunity just to stay with Andrian, because he was the one for her. Because they only had each other. Years later, tears welled up in Yara's eyes as Andrian recited his vows to her, promising her a forever filled with warmth and love. " Excuse me, miss. You have got the wrong person. I am Andrian Fox, and this is my fiancée." Two years later after their wedding, Yara, utterly drained and heartbroken, stood next to the intimidating Fox conglomerate, looking at her husband, the same man that once promised her a forever, his gaze warm and affectionate as he looked at his said 'fiancée', a beautiful heiress, with status that equally matched the newly found Fox family's long-lost heir, Adrian Fox. With his new identity uncovered as the heir to the great Fox fortune, a beautiful heiress as his new fiancée and the bright future ahead, what will Andrian do? What about the vows that he once made to Yara? And Yara, shattered by the betrayal, broken beyond repair, will she pick herself up? Will love visit her again? Driven by pain and thirst for revenge, how far can Yara soar?

"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'