No Wife No Life Novels & Stories

Nathan My life is a complete mess and my head is spinning. “Who the hell would use a biological warfare weapon on my wife?” It is now clear that my wife is patient zero and everyone who was around her got poisoned. No one can explain how. Amari has no enemies. I just can’t understand why anyone would do this.

“Your mother’s name is Dorothy Ravenwood, you never knew who your father was and your mother raised you on her own. You had an uncle who you saw as a father figure. Your family’s in carpentry and you had to drop out of high school when your uncle passed away. Last year your mother also passed away and you moved to Houston to find your mother’s old friend. Right now you are almost one year in an arranged marriage with the Sterling family, your wife’s name is Vivianne Sterling and you are currently unemployed. Is that enough proof or do you want me to give more?” Adonis was shocked that the man knew that much about him, moreover a mere stranger. He was partially freaked out and partially curio

I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown. I am tired. My phone vibrates. I ignore it at first. Then I look. And the screen explodes in my face. Divorce petition initiated by MARIUS D. via e-Divorce. Not a word. Not a call. Not even a message. Just that. A notification. A cold, impersonal sentence. I stand too quickly. The chair tips, falls. I stagger. People turn their heads. But I don't care. I want to flee. To get out.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Your husband’s preliminary cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest. This type of condition is acute. If someone had been with him and called for help in time, he might have survived. Unfortunately, your husband wasn’t that lucky.” That meant, if only someone had been there to perform CPR at the time, I could have been saved. “What was I doing at the time? I was... He’s dead because of me.” I hovered in the air and watched her fall apart, but I felt nothing inside.

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

But before the news could gain more traction, another story emerged that completely overshadowed the previous one. "Due to the recent divorce, combined with the loss of their son, the couple has been going through a critical and depressive moment, which ended their marriage and also fills them with stress due to the loss of their son that they have not yet overcome. It is a very hard blow for the young ex-couple and in a moment of panic and delusion, refusing to face the death of their son, Robert Graham claims that he is alive. Part of the pain makes him act in this way.

"He believes a well-ordered city creates well-ordered lives. It's one of the few things he does right." "What are the other things he does wrong?" I couldn't help asking, my medical curiosity about human behavior getting the better of me. Rivera was quiet for a long moment, navigating a turn onto a tree-lined street where the houses got larger and more impressive with every passing minute. "He's isolated," he finally said. "After his wife died, he withdrew from almost everything. He runs the city efficiently, but he doesn't really live in it anymore. Just... exists. Going through the motions without any real engagement or joy. It's a waste of a life, if you ask me."