Romans & histoires I Thought My Husband's Wife Was Dead Ending

He hurries to pull me up before I could say a thing his phone rings. "I- I have to take this." With that, my husband leaves his naked wife in the room to tend to business. I stood flabbergasted and with 100% realization. Romance is dead. ~~~~'

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

Chapter 1: The News AURORA . “Popular tech mogul Bryan Liam was found dead in cold blood in his hotel room in Paris. Police say it might be the result of a botched robbery…” The voice from the television kept going, but those were the only words echoing in my head. That was my husband, Bryan Liam. The man I had been married to for four years. The same man I had escorted to the airport. He was dead. The glass I was holding slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor. Everything blurred. I saw flashes of my nanny rushing to grab my son, his piercing cries echoing in my ears, but it was all distant—like my world had paused.

What will happen to their family if she speaks up and reports to the police the abuse her husband did to an innocent girl. He can't. He can't see the things they've worked for fall apart little by little and he can't destroy the family they've built just because of his wife's stupidity. He was also a witness to Soledad's death. When he traced the place where he was currently living, he did not expect to find his husband Henry there as well, while the two were having a deep argument. Unfortunately, the Lord pushed him hard and his head hit the wall which caused his death.

“Word on the street is that her husband got killed in France, shot in the head by the opposition, and now she’s back in Algreen Cove to scrap up whatever left over pieces she could find still crawling about in her husband’s estate, word is everything has been seized by the government and she’s poor now” “Oh that’s ugly” I chirped in, I was a delightful gossip but the only thing stopping me from gearing into my full potential was the crowd in my head. Where is my husband? I couldn’t breathe, I needed him right by my side to stop the chaos that was brewing in my head.

The wife said, walking towards her best friend and planting a passionate kiss on her. “What? But we were married. How could you betray me like this?” Steve asked between his pain. He could feel his life force seeping away. If he didn’t get treatment soon, he would die. “Why would I marry such a pitiful man like yourself if not for the large life insurance I placed on you?” The wife said, and the two women laughed as they left, leaving Steve wailing, hoping someone would hear his wails. Soon, no one came, and Steve died. The scene then turned dark; Steve had his eyes closed for a good number of minutes then another scene took place. He was in an apartment making love to another woman.

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."

"Ethan! You want me to walk away with nothing?! With what?! What do you even have?! That rotting farmhouse your dead old man's been clinging to? You want me to walk away empty-handed? Are you out of your mind?!" "Hahaha!" Jason was doubled over laughing. "This is the funniest thing I've heard all year! Ethan, the clothes on your back can't cost more than fifty dollars. Walk away with what, exactly? Your dad's corpse rotting in the septic tank?" A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd. Everyone was looking at me like I'd lost my mind. "Did Ethan finally snap? Lose his mind?" "Had to. Dad dead, wife divorcing him, busted for theft—anyone would crack."