I Think I Miss My Wife Invincible นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For a moment, I couldn’t answer her at all, as if I had been cornered from every direction. But this was too much. She shouldn’t act like that just to force me into this suffocating lower ground. I just wanted peace. I wanted everything to go smoothly. “Whatever it is you wanted these past few years, haven’t I already given it to you?” I spoke coldly. I pushed aside the thought that I had made some kind of mistake. Deep down, I did feel somewhat different because Cassandra occupied my mind so much, but she is my wife. They don’t understand that, even after getting everything they wanted.

Unable to stay mad at his wife but refusing to give her the satisfaction of getting ahead of him again, Tynan pretended to be inconsolable. From above the heavens, the creator of the G-phone's mysterious system smirked and stretched her hand out. "Pay up!" the Goddess of the Red Thread smirked. Love wasn't dead and she could prove it. The other Gods clicked their tongues in discontent but couldn't argue with it. The goddess won the bet fair and square. It didn't matter if they tempted the couple with money, prestige or other desires, Tynan walked away from every single one of them. It didn't matter if they removed Laura's memories, she still found her way back to him. Their love was genuine

Every conversation, every smile she gave me now, it was tinged with the bitterness of what could had been if I hadn’t been such a fool. We talked about her business a lot, and I could see how proud she was of it. She lit up when she talked about the new deals she was making, and the expansion plans. And every time she did, it just reminded me how much I missed when we were married. I wasn’t there for any of it. I wasn’t there for her. One day, after she was finished telling me about a new investor, I found myself blurting out, “I wish I’d been there to see all of this.”

“Ever since I married you three years ago, I haven’t touched another woman. I haven’t looked at another woman. Fuck, Fiona, I haven’t even thought about another woman. You’re it for me. My wife. My partner. My endgame.” I watch her face as she comes undone. I commit the moment to my memory. All the ice she had incased herself in for the past few days falls apart. She is there again, my wife- so full of emotion, love and feelings. All for me. She throws her arms around my neck and I tighten mine around her waist. Something about this moment feels sacred. I lift her up and twirl her around until I feel her beautiful laugh reach my ears. Fuck, how I missed that sound.

After all, her husband is mentally unstable right now. "She is cool, she misses yo,u" I said and it was true. Raina does miss Susannah a lot and is desperate to meet her. But I am keeping her away from everything right now. Because my wife, she feels so stable. She is my kind of high. When I am with her I forget everything. When I am in her I feel as if I am in heaven. She is my sanity, my heaven. *** Hola readers! I am sorry for this short update but I am not feeling well enough to write, and I can't skip a single day. So please bear with me one last time.

I don’t have a reason, I don’t have a good memory shared, and I don’t have anything that could convince her to. I don’t have her love anymore, and I didn’t know how much that empowered me until I lost it. “Mr. Fuller?” The doctor comes in, and I stand up, “You are the husband? Your wife needs special attention, especially at such a critical period.”

Brian asked, raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head slowly. “My wife misses me.” He stared for a beat, then burst into laughter. “You’re serious?” I downed the last of my drink. “Dead serious.” Brian groaned. “You called me out here. And now you’re ditching me because your wife called?” “She didn’t just call,” I said, standing. “She misses me. There’s a difference.” He rolled his eyes as I buttoned my blazer. “Tell your mystery woman I said congrats. She clearly owns your soul.”

Jack tells me and I break. Tears stream down my face as I shout at him. “I never wanted this! My wife is dead. My beautiful, vibrant, warm hearted wife is a corpse in the bed that we have shared every night since I claimed her as my mate. I have no life without her and she knows this. She wouldn't leave me. She wouldn't leave our babies. She just needs more time. I will give her all the time in the world, because she is the world, to me and the babies.” I sob, my shoulders shaking and my legs threatening to give out on me.

It was deafening. Emotion choked my voice as I whispered to my beloved "I miss you so much, baby." “I miss your touch. I miss your presence. I miss everything about you. Please come back. Please.” Tears accumulated in my eyes until I could not stop them from running. My eyes welled up with tears as everything I cherished collapsed around me. This wasn’t just about losing my wife. The absence of her disconnected everything that made my life whole. My family. My home. Without her presence I became a complete wreck.

“Of course not, Ivanka. I want to go back to how we used to be, so I’ll do anything to fix it and make it work.” “How we used to be?” Ivanka let out a sarcastic laugh. “Do you remember how we used to be? Mr. Barkworth, I’m sick of living like a widow for three years! If you want a widow, you can find some other woman. I’m sure you’re capable of ruining someone else’s marriage.” Ivanka might be harsh and straightforward, but in her defense, she had experienced a terrible marriage. Those memories were so painful that she could not bring herself to relive them.