I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible Novels & Stories

She said excitedly. Viren was trying to focus on work, but he couldn’t help but look at his wife who was talking to her friends. She was showing them the private jet. After talking to them, she called her parents and then started clicking pictures with different poses. He was enjoying her antics, he was wondering how long it would take her to accept the fact that she is the wife of a Billionaire. He remembered her blabbering when she saw his mansion,”Wow! It looks like a palace just like a fairy tale.”

"I've already beaten him up. It won't make a difference whether I stop here or not, will it?" With that, Liam strode over to Gabriel and stomped on his arm so hard that everyone could hear the excruciating crack as Liam fractured his bone. He stared coldly at Gabriel. "How dare you mess with my wife? I'll make this clear. My wife is everything to me, and I will do everything in my power to get back at whoever makes her miserable! "You got lucky today! If it weren't for the fact that my wife is here watching right now, I would've killed you already!"

"If you can't answer those questions, Matthew, then you need to confront the reality that you didn't just fail to love your wife. You failed to even see her as a fully realized person rather than a function in your life." I left her office feeling like I'd been flayed open, every protective layer stripped away to expose the rotting truth underneath. I hadn't loved Bianca. I'd used her. And I'd killed her when she stopped being useful. --- The call from Marcus came that evening while I was sitting in the quiet of my temporary apartment, trying to complete Dr. Martinez's assignment and failing miserably. "Alpha, we have a problem," Marcus said without preamble. "A serious one."

Come back and the company's yours. I took the photos, tore them up one by one, and let the pieces fall. "That girl's gone—naïve, stupid. I'm not her. I'm Elena Arden. And I was never your wife." I pulled a document from my bag and tossed it on the table—a marriage license. "I'm married now. To someone who actually put my name on the certificate. Someone who gave me both a name and a place. "Take a good look. My name's on it. I'm doing great without you. Why would I ever come back? The second you gave Cathryn the title of wife, we were done."

"Right? As if Quinn has the time or energy to pamper him. He has no idea that Miles is the only one she actually cares about, the only man she's terrified of handling too roughly." Their cackles exploded through the corridor, shrill and merciless. I stood in the shadows, frozen from head to toe, every drop of blood inside me turning to ice. Every accidental touch between Quinn and me had almost cost me my life. Sometimes it was just red, itching welts. Other times, my breathing would crash, leaving me seconds away from asphyxiation and another emergency room visit. Our families had been connected for generations. I had spent years blaming myself, believing I had failed as a husband.

He puffed out his chest, his voice brimming with arrogance and disdain. "I'm the husband of Portia Reymus, the CEO of JP Group! If you piss me off, my wife will make sure you can't survive in Garthem City!" I had already guessed what he was going to say. But hearing it out loud still felt like a hand had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart tight. It hurt—badly. Seeing me fall silent, lips pressed together, Lucas mistook it for fear. His grin widened with smug satisfaction. "What's wrong? You were acting pretty tough just now. Scared already? Tell you what—go pick up that wedding photo, then kneel and beg me for forgiveness. Do that, and I'll have my wife let you off."

"That is not a big deal. I will always find a way to beg my wife. She loves me too much. She cannot live without me." She turned her face away. Her jaw was tight. Her hands were shaking. I moved my thumb toward the screen. "Blame yourself." "Wait." Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. Her eyes were wide with panic. I smiled and set the phone down. There was no video, of course. I would never make a video that could reach my wife. I could not imagine my life without Celeste. She was perfect. She was everything I wanted in a wife. Beautiful. Loyal. Devoted.

“She's my wife, she's a Luciero, and no one can ever touch a Luciero.” itsclarixass