Novel & Cerita I Thought My Husband's Wife Was Dead Ending

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

The kind of photo they used when important people died. The tires. I heard them again, screeching through the phone. The sound after his voice broke. The sound that came when I said you deserve to die and he had nothing left to say. The last thing I ever said to my husband was that he deserved to die. And then he died. People in the store started whispering. I felt their eyes on me. “That’s his wife… oh my God, she’s so young.” “Can’t believe she’s widowed at her age…”

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Her fists were clenched so tightly they trembled. "Jon is my husband!" The moment those words left her mouth, the crowd erupted into whispers. I stepped forward immediately and warned her coldly, "You're legally declared dead. Our relationship ended automatically a long time ago. Stop saying things that make people misunderstand. "Wendy is my real wife." Hearing that, panic flashed across Candice's face. She hurried forward and grabbed my shoulders, struggling to hold back her emotions.

I really wanted to see this mate of his—this human—and what she looked like. Just curiosity. Nothing more. He’s in heat… Suddenly my face went pale. It had been so long since I’d felt anything like that myself. How I wished Julio were still here. How I wished he hadn’t died. I only ever saw my husband’s corpse. No one ever told me what really happened. They just said he slumped over and died, nothing more. Yes, before that day he’d been having some slight health issues, but nothing serious enough to kill him so suddenly.

“You little troublemaker.” His mother stood beside them, watching with a warm, satisfied smile. I stood not far away, fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. Blood dripped down, but I did not feel a thing. One of them was my husband — Cedric Foster — the man I had been told died eight years ago during a mission. The other was his mother, who was supposed to be in a long-term care facility as a vegetative patient. Yet here they were — alive, well, and building a new family with another woman.

She took her life by stepping off the ledge. -END-

One day, during a fight, they started hitting each other. My mother-in-law was old, so she could not endure it. She fell, hit her head, and died on the spot. Wendy never expected things to go that far, and she was completely shaken. The series of blows broke her completely. She started going around claiming she was Wendy and that Eric was not her husband. Not long after, on a rainy night, she jumped to her death. People said she had lost her mind. From then on, no one spoke of that family again.

"If I had just listened... if I had just believed my own wife..." Marcus spoke, his voice low and steady. "The Blood Tracing Rite confirmed everything, Damien. The pregnancy was real. Everything she told you was the truth." I watched Damien fall apart completely. If only he had said these things while I was alive. But it was too late. No amount of regret could bring back his dead wife and child.

After a moment, she called again, "Honey, the washing machine is broken. Can you take a look at it?" When I didn't respond right away, she came in, clearly annoyed. "Marcus Lomas. I've been calling for you. Why are you ignoring me?" My mind was still processing what had happened. I couldn't believe my wife had tried to kill me just to be with another man. Felicia noticed my dazed state and quickly put on a concerned expression, reaching out to feel my forehead. I recoiled from her touch, my body shaking. She didn't seem to mind though and handed me a toolkit and the same black-handled screwdriver from before.