I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible Novels & Stories

*Amelia* I couldn't hold back my laughter as Adrian told me that he still considers me as his wife. If it was three years ago when I was still obsessed with him, I would have easily believed him, but unfortunately for him, I'm no longer the Amelia of three years ago. Also, before coming back to New York City, I had already imagined that something like this would happen. After all, I'm now rich, so it would be very easy for all those who have hurt me in the past to come back and pretend to be sorry in order to take advantage of me, and I'm very sure that is what Adrian is trying to do. If not, I still don't see the reason why the same Adrian who was ready to turn the world upside down for Mel

Chapter Eight. “And still, the coronavirus pandemic is still on. It’s so frustrating.” Stella shakes her head and holds Natalia’s hand from across the table. “Yes. I heard of someone who lost her husband to the virus. Are the vaccines not working? Or does it just not work for everyone the same way?” Natalia asks, looking at the couple sitting in front of her.

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

"Dearest people of New York. I sincerely apologize to everyone who was disappointed by my marital status. I just want to clarify: I'm single now, but I had a wife five years ago whom I named..." The focus of most people is interrupted. It seems they are left hanging by the CEO's breath-holding because he is a bit hesitant to share the name of his ex-wife. But he believes that when Ava watches his explanation, she might change her mind, come back to him, and forgive him for all his mistakes. "Nicole Roque..." is the continuation of her sentence. The people's brows furrow. They probably don't know that woman. "Huh? Who is Nicole Roque?" This is what they often say while looking at each other a

I cannot live without her. "Some of our men are inside, sir. They are trying to look for ma'am Caitronia. We just need to wait for their comeback." Another police informed me. I feel very useless. How can I do this to my wife? How can I not do something for her? What did I do wrong for destiny punish me this very heartbreaking reality I am facing now? Was I that bad person to be punished like this? I can not do it. I can't bear to think that I will lose my wife again. How can I live in peace without her? She is the only one I want. Let them take everything from me, just not her. Not my wife.

After tucking him inside her car, I held her by the wrist, I had questions because even though I had never met Marcus's wife, he would never settle for Monalisse. “Why are you here? I doubt you are his wife.” I pointed out. Monalisse went on the defensive and her outburst satiated my curiosity. “Ex-Wife!” I raised my hand up as a peace offering as she stormed into the car and drove off. My eyes darted to the sidewalk and I saw my new game. A hot blonde with a shape to die for. Since I was unable to tell Marcus of the audacious woman I met today, I might as well enjoy the rest of my night the way I knew how to.

The hope that I had in my heart from last night diminished at a very painful pace. “I am sorry, Mr. Lombart.” Chris mumbled in a low voice. “Don’t be, Chris. It’s my own doing that I lost her.” I replied to him, but it sounded more like comforting myself. Still, I couldn’t deny that I felt a pull towards Cynthia Williams, but there is no way that I would be going to show my interest towards her. My wife had been missing for six years, but she was still the only woman with whom I wanted to spend my whole life.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"That was a mistake! God! I'm so fùcking drunk! And I miss someone to kiss and fùck! I miss my husband so much!" "I understand." I mutter. "I think you should get some sleep." "Can we cuddle?" She asks softly. "Just cuddling. No nasty business." "That won't be possible, Vanessa." "I understand." She huffs. "You have a wife." "Right." I nod. "Get some sleep. We have a busy day tomorrow." I start walking away when she stops me at the door. I turn to look at her. "I miss you sometimes." She mutters. "I miss 'us' all the time. I wish I fought for what we have harder. Sometimes it sucks seeing how great of a husband you are..."

"oh, Mr knight saying thank you, I should mark the day, what did I do to receive thankyou from Mr great Alpha king." "I know you were the one to send me to the hospital". "oh, so you finally figure it out .let's meet at the party then." "ok, Is your wife coming." "yes, she is the VIP guest," "you got lucky; when I met her in hospital, I was mesmerized by her" "she is mine. "Vance raise his voice. " oh, possessive much." "I will tear you in half if you speak anything more about her."