Second Wife Depression Novels & Stories

He should not even recall such horrendous memory, she don't deserve to be in his memories. He got dressed to the clothes given to him feeling more like his old self ready to take charge. All he needs to know now is more about his second wife who seem really loving and caring. She sounded so sad talking about his first wife, like they shared some good old times that she is holding onto. That murderer does not deserve anything good, she does not. Even though he's felt like he was in a coma for many years, he knew he was not that old but feels old at the thought of having another wife.

He even wanted to grow up with the child in his guidance and his wife's care. One day, Jane talked to her husband thoroughly. "Mom's secretary is familiar to me, love. She was probably the woman I saw with you in the picture you posted on I*******m when I was still pregnant with our first baby. I was jealous of her, but I was wrong. And because of my misconception, our son was put in danger then," she explained. "You're saying... jealousy was the cause of your depression then, Jane. So, our son was put into danger then?" her husband asked as his voice rose.

Thinking of this, she became even angrier, her eyes filled with intense loathing as she looked at Bernice. “I heard that Mrs. Stern is not favored and has lived a lonely life as a widow, unable to win her husband’s heart. The son she raised is also a failure. Mrs. Stern, someone like you, what face do you have to live in this world? You should quietly go and die. That would be the right thing to do for your son." This woman had suffered from depression for a while. She didn’t know how she had recovered. As long as she kept provoking her,

She would keep going into severe depression since Deuta’s death. “The small hole his glabella keeps coming back,” she would often say. The anti-depressants she took would make her restless, often leading her into never-ending yelling sprees. In those moments she would tell the entire world what household chores Nisim and I could have learnt doing better in the time we spent with our individual pursuits. Nisim and I would remain quiet, often trying to find something to do, like doing the dishes or dusting the living room.

"I'm not sure I understand what you're saying." “W-well..” I gripped the back of my neck, unable to finish my statement. ‘What should I reply to him?’ I knew I shouldn't reach out to him, as it's not my place to interfere in a marital issue. However, the thought of Summer looking that way was unbearable. She played a crucial role in shaping my current position. Right now, this was the only thing I could do to help her. “Y-you must understand, Mister Carter.” I couldn't quite put my fingers on the perfect phrase, but my uncontrollable tongue did. "If her partner is disinterested in her, a woman may develop depression. Once again, it is influenced by the extent to which negative thoughts perva

Mom and dad tried all the ways they wanted to get me out of depression. Alex was the one who is affected the most. He is my twin. He is the other half of me. He was so lost without me being with him. He shared the same pain I had. He had gone worse equal to me. It affected him so much. He too suffered because of me. The missing and pain made him so worse and it was difficult for him to cope without me. I felt more guilty when I look at him in pain. It was twin instinct so we suffered more. He suffered more.

"Seven years ago, I married Sienna Ashford. It was a passionate but troubled relationship." Already rewriting history. "Sienna struggled with mental health issues. She became unstable. Paranoid. Eventually, she left. Disappeared completely." My hands clenched. "I searched for her. Filed missing persons reports. After years with no contact, I assumed she had passed away. I grieved and moved on." His voice was perfect. Mix of sadness and dignity. "Three years ago, I fell in love with Aria Winters. We married. I believed I was free to do so."

The fastest one had already yanked open his pants, spreading her legs and forcing himself inside. Sarah cried out in despair. “Rhett! How could you treat me like this?” Rhett simply watched the miserable scene of the husband and wife with a satisfied smile. “You betrayed your husband,” he said calmly. “Why would you think I could still trust you? Even though I don’t remember everything from that dream, I saw one thing: you betrayed me.” Another man had already replaced the first between Sarah’s legs. She struggled and sobbed, but no one paid her any attention.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

For the rest of her life, she would continue to be called a home wrecker by people who knew that Ella was Evan's wife. "Why do people in this country love to meddle in other people's business so much? In my country, even ordinary people live together without being married," Nathan asked. The man had now stopped exercising. He looked over at the group of women, or perhaps grandmothers, who were busy pointing at Ajeng. "Everywhere, second wives only want the wealth. I'm on the first wife's side. I feel sorry for Ella, getting cancer because her husband remarried." "I can't imagine how painful it must be for Ella. She had been with her husband since the beginning, and then that woman just casua