Novel & Cerita My Life My Wife

I zoomed in on the pictures the delivery guy sent me. Mixed in with all the scraps of paper were shredded clothes and torn pantyhose. I lit a cigarette and just stared at my phone, completely stunned. I didn't snap out of it until the ash burned my finger. I had been out of the country for a few weeks, and my wife was at home by herself. Maybe the delivery guy got the wrong apartment…? Feeling a knot in my chest, I opened our chat.

It seemed that Yvonne not only handled her work with ease but also managed her life independently. She noticed my suitcase and asked, “Why are you suddenly moving here?” There was no point hiding it. People would find out soon enough. I said honestly, “I’m getting a divorce. It just makes sense to live apart.”

I said between the kiss and we were lost in our own world. Life has taken a lot of turns and twists but we are together. We have won the battle of life and are ready for the upcoming problems of life. We know that we will gain a victory in everything because we are together. Yes, this is me, Mrs Myra Austin Black, who was in the forced marriage with the CEO of Black Inc and is now co-partner of this group. I was his forced wife and now I'm his permanent lifeline. I love him, we love each other madly and endlessly.

Johnson ➡ Sorry! Bisi ➡ Some say when you get married you feel good and more calm but mine is a disaster, despite all the wealth I got from my husband I never got the most important thing...... My husband's attention, he's always attending meetings and business trips..... Its like we're never married! What kind of life is this? Always alone in the house without anyone to talk to or share my moments with, I can't even remember the last time we had sex! . Johnson ➡ I'm sure he loves you... Sometimes life is too hard on everyone...

We talk about different things while watching the movie. That's why I wanted to settle, I don't want to live anymore alone or single life. I want a partner who can be with me for my lifetime and after meeting Ella I think it's a great idea. She's going to be the perfect wife.

It was her purpose. And somewhere in the middle of all this between meetings and deadlines, court filings and press conferences, love found its way back in. There were no more rushed phone calls or crisis-driven kisses. Now, their life had room to breathe. Mornings started with quiet coffee before Lila woke up. They’d sit on the couch in soft pajamas, half-talking, half-listening, just… being. Dinners were warm and full of ideas, both of them excitedly sharing plans for their new lives. Nights ended with books in hand, or soft conversation, sometimes nothing more than holding each other in silence.

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

The room, once filled with whispered conversations, now carries a sense of serenity and contentment. In the quiet moments that follow, I find solace in the loving memories of my wife and the knowledge that her spirit lives on in the love shared between Michael and Abigail. Their journey, just beginning to unfold, holds the promise of a future filled with joy, companionship, and a deep understanding that transcends words.

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

As I turned to celebrate with my teammates, my eyes scanned the VIP section, searching for the two people who made my life complete. And then I saw them – Steph, my beautiful wife, holding our two-year-old daughter, Brittany, in her arms. Brittany's eyes sparkled as she waved at me, and Stephanie's face lit up with a radiant smile. I waved back, feeling my heart swell with pride and love. The cameras clicked away, capturing the moment, but I didn't care. I was too busy basking in the joy of this perfect moment. As I gazed at my little family, I thought to myself, "My life is perfect. I've got my world with me – the people I love, the game I love, and the success I've worked hard for. What mo