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

Concerned, Natalie asked, "Is there something wrong, Harvey?" Harvey forced a smile. "Nothing's wrong. I just want to divorce that woman and marry you as soon as possible." Natalie beamed happily. She nestled in Harvey's arms with happiness written all over her face. Harvey, on the other hand, pursed his lips and tightened the muscles on his jawline. He seemed so worried about something that he couldn't sleep all night. He even smashed his phone to the ground because he couldn't get through to me.

he mumble in rough low voice not opening his eyes. I bit my lower lip and frown a little. I remember what happen last night. He dare to occupied my personal space, his reason is because I am now his wife. After that I don't exactly know what happen, I fell asleep and when I woke up he was not in my room anymore.

He had seen all of it. And he had stored it the way people store things they take for granted. In a place they do not visit because they assume it will always be there. Then he had walked away. And now a stranger at a business lunch was talking about his wife like she was someone worth watching. And Jordan Park was stopping casting days for her. And she was walking down Greystone Avenue looking like a woman who had somewhere to be and every intention of getting there. He stared at the ceiling. The candles were out. The music was off. The perfect evening was over and what was left was just the dark and the city outside and the particular company of a man lying next to the woman he chose while

her voice came out so quiet she was not sure anyone heard it except herself. Nathan said his part in a flat voice, like he was reading from a business report. After the ceremony, in the car heading to the Cole mansion, Claire finally spoke. "We should probably talk," she said. "Since we are married now." Nathan did not look up from his phone. "There is nothing to talk about," he said. "We are married. I think there is a lot to talk about." He finally looked at her, and his eyes were cold in a way that made her stomach drop.

Love does not excuse control. Fear does not excuse stalking. Regret does not erase the consequences. I looked at him one time. I had no tears left. No resentment, no hope. Just certainty. My voice stayed steady as I looked him in the eye. "You lost the right to know where I am the day I stopped calling you my husband."

“You’re drunk.” “Oh I thought that was obvious.” He stepped into the room, swaying slightly. “Always so observant, Aria. Always watching, always… always there. Just there.” “You should go to bed.” “Should I?” He moved closer. “Should I go to bed alone? In my big empty bedroom while my wife sleeps in here like… like we’re strangers?” “We are strangers.” He laughed. It was an ugly sound. “Two years of marriage and now you figure that out. Brilliant.”

My heart pounds harder at the memory of the way he had slid a cube of ice down my spine that night, his long fingers ending in my. Fuck. His fingers brush the base of my spine, steadying the zipper. I go perfectly still. The sound of it slowly sliding up fills the quiet room. I can barely breathe. “There," he murmurs, his voice low. "All set." I turn around, half expecting him to be smirking, but he isn't. He's just watching me quietly with an unreadable look on his face. How the hell am I supposed to live as his wife after everything that has happened between us?

No, he would remember that. Wouldn’t he? Her eyes answered the question before he could ask it. “You forgot where I was, Adrian.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. For several seconds neither of them spoke. Then she opened the door. “I hope your meeting goes well today.” The door closed softly behind her. Adrian remained standing beside the dining table long after she was gone. Somewhere in the city below, his wife was heading toward a presentation he knew nothing about. Somewhere in the past, she had walked out of a hospital and realized she could no longer rely on the person she had married.

“Ann, I know you are my elder sister, but that doesn't guarantee you to come into my bedroom without knocking, and let this be the first and last time you'll ever talk to my wife in such a manner. He drew closer to his wife, who was mute like a newborn baby and sat by her side. He rested her head upon his shoulders and, rallying one of his hands around her waist, gently wiped the dripping tears off her cheeks and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Oh, what a pity! If only you knew that the woman you're shamelessly portraying as your wife is the reason behind your mother's admission to the hospital.” Ann exclaimed and hissed as she left the room and slammed the door on the couple.

When she got to the room, she met her husband asleep, she knew that he would not be awake and she knew too that anger makes the man weak. She walked to the bed where he was sleeping and joined the man on the bed, she wanted to go to sleep but she could not. She laid down and closed her eyes, but she could not. She tried counting sheep but she still could not sleep. She gave up on sleeping and she sat up on the bed, she looked beside her at her sleeping husband and she could not help but wake him up. He tossed on the bed after six taps on the shoulder and on the seventh tap, he woke up. He turned to look at his wife with sleepy eyes and when he asked what was wrong with her, she told him they