I Thought My Husband's Wife Was Dead Ending นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Maybe he was inside the house, doing some things while his wife was swimming. Maybe he didn't expect that to happen." "What happened to the husband?" "He just disappeared after the night. He said, maybe he just drowned. I don't doubt that theory. Because if that happens to me too ..." he trailed off and looked at me. "I'm sure I'll do the same." I stopped and looked to the front. I guess the pain is really potent for the husband to follow his wife even on death.

He died, still married to his work. She took a long pause and stared at me. “Now, the wife learns of her husband’s death, so she decides to come back, to claim what is rightfully hers. What she suffered negligence and lack of love for.” She added, observing me. “You get where I’m heading to now, right?” She asked. “What has that got to do with me? If you wanted part of your ex-husband’s wealth you could have just gone to the bank” I stated, dryly.

That I understood how Emma's manipulation had poisoned everything. But I was only a ghost, watching helplessly as my husband drowned in regret. Mark... If there's another life after this one, I hope you learn to see the truth before it's too late. I hope you learn to trust love over lies. My spirit began to fade then, the world growing dim around me. Perhaps this was truly the end. In my final moments, I thought I heard Mark's voice, gentle as it had been in our early days of marriage: "Alice, come home for dinner. I made your favorite soup."

"Tristin, it seems this illness hasn't cured your temper! If you're going to be this ungrateful, you don't need to be in this hospital. I'm taking you home, so I can teach you how to behave." She turned to go handle the discharge papers. I sneered. "Lily, you aren't even my wife. What right do you have to discharge me?" Lily froze. She looked at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you playing hard to get? If I'm not your wife, who is? Who else would ever want to be with a deadbeat like you?" As soon as she said that, a firm female voice echoed from the doorway. "That would be me. I'm his wife."

Six years after my husband died for me, I learned it was all a lie. He faked his own death to run off with his exiled adoptive sister. The second she saw me at her door, the color drained from Seraphina's face. "Aria..." She tried to slam the door in my face. I jammed my hand in the door. "See a ghost?" She stumbled back, lips trembling, speechless. Just then, I heard familiar voices from the hallway. Marco, Axel's right-hand man.

"No... no... this can't be..." "I— I talked to him this morning... he's supposed to be in Vienna today... at fashion week..." "He hid it from you. He quietly transferred all his shares so he could surprise you on what was supposed to be the biggest day of your life." I pointed at Jason. "And you. You and the lapdog you raised. What kind of surprise did you give him?" "You beat him to death. And then you dumped him in a septic tank." "AAAAAAH!!!"

In the end, he turned it on me, saying I was the reason we couldn't get pregnant. Now, that lie worked in my favor. It bought me time. I was still thinking about it when my phone rang. "You're Malcolm's wife, right? I was the one with him the day he died." "What do you want?" I kept my voice even. "He still owes me money. Eight hundred. You're his wife, you should pay for it." I almost laughed. My husband died in another woman's bed. Not only did I have to handle his funeral, but now, I had to settle his bill.

Life for her continued without Ed but when she saw Arabella again the loneliness and loss of her husband knocked her out every day. That moment in the hospital when her husband was struggling to be alive but didn’t make it. She witnessed how Ed still wanted to live but it was very unfortunate. She was holding Ed’s hand while he was struggling to breathe until she saw the line of the monitor flattened. Her heart was shattered into pieces. She also felt she had died together with her husband. "Bill and the company…" Those were the last words of her husband.

“I prayed to her on a warm, sunny afternoon, not on the night of a full moon, for a miracle. A miracle that would rescue me that night, and she sent you, my mate. Isn't it a coincidence?” “What do you mean?” he asked with a confused grimace laced to his brows. His pupils dilated as he tried to understand what I was talking about. “My cruel husband who doesn't want me, killed your wife, and then you killed him and now we’re supposed to be mates? It all doesn't make sense, does it?" I scoffed, raising my eyes to him and then allowing it to rest on my toes. I fiddled with my hands with insecurity, not sure of what he could do to me.

It wasn’t until then that they realized I had actually been missing for several days. My phone just wouldn't connect, so Dad instinctively frowned and hung up impatiently. “Don’t worry about her,” he said coldly. “She’s probably already gone back to Adrian. Just cancel her card. I’d like to see how long she can last out there.” My husband thought I had gone back to my parents' house on my own, while my parents were convinced that my disappearance meant I had simply gone back to my husband. The two groups were each set on their own views; they had never truly cared about my situation, so naturally they failed to notice the inconsistencies and oddities in it all.