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

A woman climbing out of that couch every night and sleeping with Adam. The courtroom went completely silent. Everyone sat there, stunned. A few seconds later, the silence broke. "Are you kidding me? There was a person hiding inside that couch? No wonder he refused to sleep in the bedroom. He insisted on the living room every single night, and now we know why!" "I just called this guy a good man five minutes ago. I'm an idiot. He had another woman stashed in his own house, right under his wife's nose. If she'd walked in on that, someone would have ended up dead."

This is new to me, I never felt this vulnerable and trapped before. “Darn, Victoria, did you go mute?” He asks exasperated. “No... yes, I understand,” I reply with a trembling voice. “But I am not ready to… sleep with you,” I confess hoping that my husband can find a shred of decency in his heart and give me the time I need.

It was like she was a walking dead. Mr. Shield couldn’t even sleep a wink in the last few days. Guilt, grief and misery were eating him alive. His wife was also the same but fortunately she was prescribed sedatives which at least made her calm during night. During midnight, Mr. Shield got up from their bed and began pacing inside their bedroom. A few minutes later, his wife too got up. "Why aren’t you sleeping?" She asked. It was the first thing she spoke to him since they returned from hospital.

Vincent returned to the room, also tired, his eyes glanced over at her direction which made him frown. She was still here….pathetic. She murmured something in her sleep. He couldn’t hear, his curiosity getting the better of him as he inched closer. Studies had shown some women were prone to spill secrets in their mumbling when they were subconscious, this was an opportunity to test that theory. “M…… He moved even closer to listen. “Maaaaax” She drawled. He retreated in defeat. She was calling out to her dead husband. The frown on his face grew even as he saw the tears streaming down her cheek. A widow crying in her sleep, this was a new phenomenon…he wasn’t sure he liked it.

I was breathing heavily with anger. Even William, who had been making excuses just moments ago, suddenly fell silent. "Alright, you've hit me. You've said your piece. Now come home with me." I shouted, "Let go of me. I'm already married to someone else!" He let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "Don't lie to me. I won't believe it. No matter what you say, I'm not leaving without you tonight. I really can't live without you, Nina!"

Her husband was shocked to see his wife smiling at him. He looked at her in a daze and replied, "Good morning my wife, I slept well. Thank you. Did you sleep well?" Elizabeth indicated that she didn't sleep well because her husband was not in their bedroom. Her husband couldn't believe his ears and replied, "My wife has told me several times that I am suffocating her. Hence, I moved out of our bedroom. Also, she asked me not to touch her ever again. I am scared that if I stayed in our bedroom, I will be tempted to touch her and make her pregnant again."

Among them was Amanda, a faint hint of amusement curling her lips, as though she were watching a good show. "Chandler Goodwin, if you don't let me go right this moment, I'm calling the police." I did my best to remain calm. However, my words only served to thoroughly infuriate him. Yanking me toward him, he practically growled through gritted teeth, "You dare? Without my consent, you won't get to resign, nor will you get to divorce me!" My response was to forcefully shake off his hand. "Jennifer Lane! Stop right there!" he bellowed from behind me. "If you dare walk out that door, then you can forget about divorcing me for the rest of your life!"

He stormed off in anger. After he left, I returned home. Snow was still not back. Alone in the empty house, a wave of bitterness slowly rose in me. Exhaustion followed soon after. I sank onto the couch and gradually drifted off to sleep.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

"They've been married for five years, but he's still a virgin. Who would be willing to marry him? Those who don't know any better probably think that he has some sort of disgusting disease." I pathetically sank to my knees and numbly listened to their insults. I no longer had the heart to care about the promises of forever that Wanda and I had once made to each other. Just as I prepared to leave, the chilling sound of a beep resounded in my ears. Mason stood a short distance away in a secluded corner. He was holding the remote, waving it at me. The fine hair on my neck stood on end as I watched the numbers rapidly count down. I mustered all the strength I had left to scramble to my feet and