I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

Damian said I know that too. Marcus drank his coffee. He said I want to say some things to you and I want you to actually hear them. Not receive them and file them. Actually hear them. Damian said okay. Marcus said you were not a bad person in that marriage. He said I have known you for twelve years and I watched that marriage from the outside and you were not a bad person. He said you were an absent one. He said there is a difference and it matters but the difference does not make what you were easier to live with. He said Helena was married to someone who was not there even when he was there and that is its own kind of damage.

"Yasmin, why aren't you replying to me? Did you really go to visit him?" "Remember to come to me tonight. I've bought your favorite red wine." He sent a shirtless photo of himself, showing a hint of his abs. Yasmin glanced at it and swiped it away with a deadpan expression. But she accidentally tapped on the trending topic. The screen was filled with topics of Tommy getting female escorts while his wife was pregnant. All kinds of comments flooded the screen. "Is this guy sick? He's messing around with women while his wife is pregnant. How disgusting!"

“I don’t understand…” “I don’t want you to see me like this, okay?” It was hard to deny her when her eyes looked so innocent, like she would never judge me for anything. “See you like what?” she asked. “I don’t think less of you, Hades. You could be in a wheelchair, and my opinion would never change. Watching you overcome this makes you strong, not weak. You don’t have to put on a show for me. I’m your wife. I’m always gonna be here.”

He then flew into a huge fury and yelled at me. "Felicia Cooper! You know that I hate liars the most, but you've been doing nothing but lying to me again and again lately! "You said you'd die if you didn't marry me today, didn't you? Fine! I'll just lock you up at home for three days. We'll see if you're really going to die or not!" I struggled hard as I fought back in despair. "No! Felix needs money for his treatment! You can't lock me up!"

She inquired in an almost choking voice, “Will you ever miss me if the time for me to leave reaches?” Vince frowned at the question. His eyes narrowed dangerously as he questioned in a cold tone, “What are you trying to say?” Emmy became stubborn, “First, tell me if you will miss me even for a single day.” Vince looked at Emmy coolly without saying anything. Emmy thought she might be out of her mind for even asking such a question. The answer was crystal clear, Vince would never miss her. He was going to reunite with his wife soon, the woman he loved so much. Would he even have time to think about her, an insignificant being who was just passing by in his life?

Nicholas’ POV I’ve been staring at my wife’s face for almost an hour now. My wife. A smile crept on my lips because of that one word that seemed so simple but meant a lot to me. I married her yesterday. Our marriage should’ve happened five years ago if she didn’t disappear and lost her memories but it’s fine. The time we spent apart didn’t go to waste anyway. In the end, she’s back in my arms. In the end, she’s still mine. It’s so fcking enchanting to reminisce about the past while staring at her face. Who would’ve thought that my father’s idea would work like this? I can’t blame him for choosing Blue. This woman has a lot of traits to impress everyone around her. This woman is fcking lovabl

Troy Hanzou Monreal's Points of View; I don't know how I got up since I mourned the loss of my beloved wife. I don't know how I can continue my life when the only woman who gives me strength has been taken away from me by God. Is that really the life of a person? Is my wife's life really only ended there? She is not a bad person, but why was she chosen to be dead at such a young age?

I make her look into my eyes and stare at her until I can see the lost confidence again in her eyes. "Just look at me. Repeat my words in your head and get that damn confidence back, Iv. Because I love that confident, independent woman more than the under confident and scared one. I want my wife to be the same girl who dared to keep conditions in front of the most influential man, who wasn't afraid of any rich brat and yell her heart out, who could fight for her damn rights and dragged me away to Texas. That freaking strong woman. If you were strong before me, I want you to be the same after me. My support is not weakening you. Put that in your head and I want the appointment letter on your