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

"Love, are you awake? Today I woke up horny, do you want to make a morning? I am even willing to give you the back of my life" His answer was blunt because his concern was more important and his wife already knew that when he sleeps alone, it is because he doesn't want anything. "Go away Amanda I don't want anything; my head is not for bed"-. The door opened letting in a voluptuous and beautiful woman who came to the bed where her husband was incredibly angry, you could see it in the dark circles under his eyes and his countenance, but she very affectionate commented

Matvei. Three whole fucking days and I still haven’t set my eyes on my pregnant wife. My brain had spun around a million fucking times. I had wasted billions of dollars trying to track her down, but there was no damn sign of her leaving this house. So how the fuck did she disappear? I ran my hand through my hair for the upteenth time today, my eyes burning heavily from exhaustion. Shit. I had gotten so fucking used to sleeping beside her that I don’t even know how to close my eyes anymore.

After everything he did to me in the night he was sleeping peacefully like he had no worries at all. I wanted to hit him till he wakes up, to scream at him, to disrupt his peaceful sleep but I couldn't. I lacked the strength to speak, hell I couldn't even cover myself from the cold so I just let it consume me. I was cold and numb, couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't get up, all I could do was stare into space, lost in my own world that did not exist. "What the fuck! What happened here?" I heard from behind me, followed by a long string of curse words from nonother than my dear husband.

He forced a stiff smile. "I have nothing to do with her. You're making things up." I let out a cold laugh. "Is that so?" Ending the pretense, I played the recording on my phone. "That idiot Zane actually bought into Wendy's sleepwalking story. Serves him right for being cuckolded for a whole year. "Wendy's pregnant with my kid. It wouldn't be so bad to have that idiot raise the kid for me." Everyone in the room could clearly hear Julian's voice.

I feel a vibration from his chest and catch the words that follows suit before the sleep finally overtakes me. “I never would have thought that my wife will be such a cute, little drunk.”

Jonah with his father’s phone number finally in his phone. All of it assembled. All of it real. She was almost asleep when she heard the sound from the kitchen. A cup being set down. The sound of someone who was awake. She got up. Mac was at the kitchen table with his phone face down and a glass of water and the look of a man who had been lying on a sofa in someone else’s apartment thinking about something. He looked up when she appeared in the doorway. “Couldn’t sleep,” he said. “Me neither.” She crossed to the kitchen and put the kettle on and stood at the counter while it heated. “Ada’s pregnant.”

“Stay right there.” I froze and turned to look at her. “You’re Xeno Walker?” she asked. I nodded. “I’m your husband.” Right after I said that, I heard a voice inside my head. ‘Where did Mom find this ugly, dumb guy?’ My eyes went wide. What the hell? I could hear her thoughts. She could call me dumb, but insulting my looks? That was crossing the line. Every time I looked in the mirror, I would appreciate how good-looking I was.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

The woman everyone believed was mute had been speaking all along, and hearing her for the very first time made my chest tighten with emotions I couldn't put into words. A quiet laugh drifted through the speaker, pulling me back to reality. "So, only a week left." Her voice carried unmistakable satisfaction. "Your wife is finally going to divorce you. She's been waiting for this day, Vincent. In just a week, she'll finally be free of you." I said nothing. A strange feeling settled deep inside my chest as I continued walking toward Nyelle's old room. "After that," she continued without mercy, "she'll come to me. I told you before, didn't I? She already chose me over you. You're just a man she'

Three in the morning. I was sitting alone in our house. No, it was Dante’s house. From the moment I sent that text, it stopped being mine. He hadn't replied. He was probably busy with Seraphina, discussing the details of his new tattoo, or planning how to announce my "resignation" to the family. I walked through the rooms, looking at the decorations I had so carefully chosen, the objects that had witnessed our three years of marriage. They looked like the wreckage of someone else's life.