His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left の小説・ストーリー

I almost fought my husband, I ignored my people and sat by his bed all night only for him to wake up and reject me? “I reject you as my mate.” He said it again and I felt a dark cloud hovering over my head. For some minutes, I couldn't recollect where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. My eyes were open but I couldn't see anything, my head was banging and my ears were ringing. I couldn't cry, speak or move. I just sat there, watching him get up from the bed.

Dante Matthews:- I looked at my very naked wife sleeping beside me, passed out after good three rounds that we just had and smiled looking at her beautiful face. She is the world to me, she is my happiness, my everything. I can't let anything happen to her or to my son. I kissed on her forehead one last time and get off the bed. I headed to the bathroom to take a quick shower and changed into some comfy clothes then headed downstairs after shutting the door to the room behind.

My defenses, which had been razor-sharp just a moment ago, dulled in the face of the warmth that suddenly felt possible. Outside the room the house resumed its ordinary noises, indifferent to the tiny world where a woman who could not remember signing a marriage contract lay in a man’s bed and tried to remember how she had become his wife. ***** LMCD22

Sigh! I don't recall us getting under this duvet together last night. After that talk we had yesterday, he became wild mute. He turned abnormally mute the rest of the evening. I knew he didn't leave the house even until I went to bed. But I reckoned that he would. I hadn't expected to wake up with him beside me as if he merits that right. What a disgusting site!

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

That unsettled Valeria. His fingers stayed over his screen, the light shining over his face. Valeria didn't move, she couldn't. She just stood there with her hands clasped together. When he saw that she wasn't leaving, he tapped his wife's name on the screen, stood up and walked away from the bed. The phone pressed against his ear. The call rang, at the same time Valeria's phone buzzed in her pocket.

He clutched the phone tightly in his hand as he stared into those disappointment eyes of his wife. He moved towards her not caring if she heard him or not. He was ready to leave the room when her hand on his arm stopped him. He stopped knowing what was going to happen next. Grinding his teeth in frustration he turned to look back into those innocent eyes. "So you knew? You knew about everything"

“You want to get married while everything is falling apart?” “Exactly,” he said. “Because love built in chaos can’t be broken by it.” She stared at him, speechless. “You’re serious.” “Dead serious.” “Why now?” He took a deep breath, eyes fierce. “Because after we marry, I’m going to expose every secret Julian Voss has buried. Every lie, every bribe, every person he’s destroyed. And when we’re done, there won’t be a single stone left standing.” Her breath caught. “Jason… that’s suicide.”

Vivian POV My hands grazed through the walls of the long passage, the flashes of the last time I had come here stormed my memory. It was the day I had gotten married to Max, I could still remember the familiar scent of the rich wall paints. This place brought back memories, memories I didn't want to recall. In this same house, I had my first night with Max until he started accusing me of infidelity, being a whore and a sex maniac who couldn't be satisfied with one man. I had accepted all those accusations then knowing that it wasn't what I was after all and there was no point arguing, I left him to believe whatever he thought I am and as to that, he concluded that I had accepted all his fals

Matteo's Pov I wake to nothing but emptiness. The room is lit by the blaring sunlight peeking through the blinds, my wife’s side of the bed empty and cold, almost looking as though no one slept there the night before. My brows form into a crease as I pat her side of the bed, somehow hoping that my eyes are deceiving me. But she’s not there. I rise from the bed, sitting upright to reach for my phone. Twelve noon. The fuck? I have never slept in this long. And to think I slept through the night and into the midday. . .that too without noticing when my wife got up and left.