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

“And said I came here to get fucked.” Her eyes lifted to his, blazing with fury and heartbreak. “Aren’t you my damn husband?” The bat came down hard. CRACK. The laptop shattered, the screen bursting into splinters. CRASH. Another hit, and the wood of the desk splintered, deep cracks crawling across the glossy surface. THUD. Papers flew into the air, scattering like feathers. “You don’t talk! You don’t look at me anymore! You don’t even see me!” she cried, swinging again and again, her sobs breaking between each hit. “You hide behind work, behind that stupid glass tower, like you’re the only one who’s hurting!”

Hands that had mended countless wounds, eased countless pains. Hands that he was willing to break to cure someone else. Mrs. Finch stirred in her sleep, murmuring something about her husband. I moved automatically, checking her vitals, adjusting her pillow, doing what I'd been trained to do. But inside, something that had been cracking for thirteen months finally shattered completely. I was done waiting for crumbs from a man who'd already decided what I was worth. Done being the understanding wife and pretending this half-life was enough. My phone buzzed. A text from Matthew: *Working late tonight. Don't wait up.*

"it is creepy to look at someone who is sleeping ." " no its not when she is your wife .,beside its late get up ."he try to remove the blanket from me . "no its not leave me i need to sleep i am so tired please jan leave me ." "no jan e zayn get up ". " uffff please na leave me ". "fine you sleep and i will leave to office without having breakfast or having good bye kiss.... this is why i married you na " he said with puppy face and got up from me .

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Ruben stepped closer to Wendy’s bed. “Wendy, you need to tell us the truth. Whoever came in here and slept with you will not go unpunished. Not because you are mute does he think he can defile you and go scot-free.” His eyes darkened, anger coursing through his veins. “Wendy, last night I came to check on you. Why didn’t you tell me someone was here? Why did you keep quiet? Why didn’t you call us or Ruben for help?” Her mother snapped at her, cradling Wendy’s head on her thighs.

Natalie tilts her head a bit to look at her husband’s eyes, trying to read the emotion in them. “What’s wrong, Noah? Is everything alright?” Noah keeps quiet and nods his head steadily for a few minutes before he lets out a sarcastic laugh. “Yes, everything is absolutely fine, just wonderful! I just had a stressful day at work, and then I had to come home to meet the woman that I had put in this house still in the process of making dinner.” Natalia turns to human ice after he had said all of that. She had been a bit ill since that morning, but then she took some pain relievers she had found in the house, and had gone to sleep not long after.

There was a dead silence in room. The silence was suddenly broken by the voice of the man on the bed. “where is my wife?” was the first statement he made as he woke up from his sleep. “do you have a wife?” Vera replied with anger. Everyone was surprised at Vera, why did she have to reply him that way? He is just coming out of a coma and should be pampered. Vera was too annoyed with him for what he tried to do. “huh!, I thought I had a wife, I thought I got married not too long ago.” Rohan said warily.

I had already lost appetite as soon as she started talking about him i- I can't nona, I don't have any appetite to eat anymore I said putting down my spoon I said softly but you've barely touched your food, and you look soo thin, you haven't been feeding properly since you got here "I'm fine nona" I said trying to convince her"I've had enough food to eat , I must retire to my room to rest, I've had enough drama to last me a lifetime" I said getting up slowly retire to your room?? she said confused 'but valerio said you both had discussed that you were going to stay in here room as husband and wife"

he muttered taking a large gulp. I shrugged, “Never been married, so I don’t know what you mean,” I teased. He chuckled, “Smartass, don’t know what I would do without you,” he muttered. Would you still feel the same way if you found out that I am sleeping with your wife? Yeah, that is right, you wouldn’t waste another minute putting a gun to the back of my head for doing that. “I am happy to be here too,” I muttered, my eyes flickering towards Cara, enjoying the way the low riff of her shorts was slowly riding up her ass.

he murmured, pointing to his chest. "I understand. I'm your understanding wife, remember? There's no need to apologize." Silence enveloped us once more. I refrained from pushing him further, especially considering the memories that had reemerged due to recent events. Maybe Maureen is experiencing profound joy at this moment. She deliberately orchestrated it to etch herself into Ivan's memory. My husband drifted off to sleep before I did, cradling me in his embrace. I studied his face, realizing that I might only have a few days left with him.

I bombarded him with questions, but he seemed unbothered. He just muttered, "Like I said, don't wait for me" and tried leaving, but I abruptly got up from my bed, hugging him tightly from the back whilst wrapping my hands around his waist, pleading with him not to go. "Please don't go, Lucas. I am your wife. Spend the night with me" He gently removed my hand from his waist, and without a word being said, he walked out of the room without looking back. A lone tear slowly slipped down my cheek as I collapsed weakly on the floor. The pain is too much, and it's beginning to suffocate me.