Romans & histoires Sorry My Sweet Wife

He squeal out and hug her tightly "Ka...Kareem" Maryam uttered softly. She also hug her husband back tightly. She missed him a lot, she missed his voice,his face,his scent, everything concerning her husband she has been missing it "Kareem I'm sorry,I'm truly sorry. I...I shouldn't have left,I shouldn't have leave the house that night" Maryam beg her husband crying

I sigh. “I need you to deliver my messages to Ben…” I heavily breathe as I close my eyes. “I… I think I can’t continue this marriage… I think I can’t be his wife… and tell him that I am so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to him, for all the pain he got from me, and for all affairs I’ve done. I am so, so sorry… Tell mom and dad that I can’t be the daughter that they dream of, I can’t be the best daughter for them and I can’t make them happy” I held my tears.

As a warning look, she answered quickly and helped her sister who was in a coma to leave. "Wife, have you seen enough?" Why did he smell sour vinegar? "Hey, I'm just happy when I get cured for the first time. You've thought about it a lot." Eric said funny. "Wife, let's go home." "Again, Can you not call me wife, okay?" "You're my wife." “Okay, okay, I'm your wife. Hurry back, how many have you hunted already."

my voice cracks. She tilts my face up and brings her lips close to mine. I shut my eyes, not trying to stop her at first. I feel like I shouldn't lose her too, not if I’ve already lost Hillary. But just before our lips collide, I stop. I can't do it. I break into a sob, burying my head in her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I love my wife. I swear,” I cry into her, and the relief of saying it out loud is overwhelming.

His eyes filled with tears as he struggled to speak, his voice barely a whisper. “My… wife…” A pause. “I’m sorry…” His body went still. And just like that— He was gone.

Releasing a deep breath, I gather the strength to address her in this moment of profound sorrow. She halts her weeping momentarily, casting a swift, backward glance. Recognition flickers in her eyes, and then, the weight of her grief drags her back into a sea of tears. “I'm so sorry, Sapphire,” I say, completely letting what she did to my wife slide, because she’s in so much pain. Her wails intensify, the sound echoing through the room, a symphony of anguish. "Why, Calhoun? Why did this happen? He was my husband for just a few hours!" Sapphire screams through sobs.

I noticed she tried her number and it wasn’t connecting at all, she tried several times and then said to me,” I am sorry, I can’t get a hold of your wife, maybe she turned off her phone. “Should I be worried?” I questioned. “No, not at all, you don’t have to be worried, she is perfectly fine, I guess we have to meet another day.” “Okay then, thank you so much, please let me know immediately you get access to her.“ “I will have a nice day.” She said to me before I left her office. I really hope nothing terrible has happened to my wife,I don’t want to lose her no matter what, and I will keep trying to win her over again.

Damian nodded. "What is the actress's name," he said. Gerald thought for a moment. "Graves something. Helena Graves." He picked up his fork. "Do you know her." Damian looked at his plate. "She is my wife," he said. The words came out before he had decided to say them. Not a correction exactly. Not the full truth either. Just the two words arriving in the space before he could stop them. Gerald looked at him with surprise and then with the warm interest of a man who had just discovered an unexpected connection. "You are serious. Helena Graves is your wife."

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.

Rob explains in a desperate plea. My father quickly steps in, to my surprise, he defends me, “The betrayal happened less than four years ago. I’m sure Max needs a little more time, but he will end his anger soon. Right, Max?” my father asks. “One day,” I reply. I’m sure one day I won’t be angry anymore, but it isn’t today, and I don’t see it in the near future. Rob sits back in his seat, “Then I guess your current wife isn’t valuable to you. If she were you would be over Vivienne.”