Sorry My Sweet Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I did not oppose that. When the three left the room, I approached my wife. I sat on the chair near her bed. I gently caressed her face. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I hope that you will forgive me. I'm really sorry. I know, you will hate me when you wake up and find out what happened to our child. I'm really sorry, sweetheart. Now I am very sorry. If only I could turn back the time when you surprised me by carrying our child, I would. I want to bring back those times so that our child's life can be restored as well. I'm so very sorry..." I reached out for her hand that didn't have dextrose and carefully kissed it.

I sobbed, I could no longer control my emotions at those moments. "Sweetheart, please don't cry," he wiped my tears away. “And you don’t have to apologize because it’s all my fault. I'm sorry for keeping you a secret. Promise it doesn't happen again, my wife.” He even glued our foreheads together. “I promise to be faithful all the time. To cherish you and obey you. To love you and adore you for the rest of my life. I love you, sweetheart. God knows that you and Macey are my life now. You are my only happiness, the only one who will make me alive.”

"I don't regret what we did, I had your approval so there is nothing I should feel bad about. But repeating it...I am sorry but it's not possible" Her palms were clenched in fists as she stared at him with pain and madness. "So you mean to say that now that you have fuc*** me like a fuc*** toy...you are to discard me!! Do you take me to be one of your disgusting who** Ashton!! I am your legally married wife for god sake!!!" "Lower your voice .... don't start your drama now!" He spoke unaffected by her words. Drama? Her emotions...they were a drama for him?

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

"I'm sorry… what?" "Yeah you heard me. It's the give and take method, you get to stay alive with my secret, my plans, with the process of being my wife… and not just 'a wife', the perfect loving wife anyone has ever seen…" What?...

He stared at Emma and said those words as if he had thought about it carefully. Emma trembled again. She bit her lower lip and her eyes turned red. She shook her head. "This marriage cannot be divorced. I cannot make the decision. Jimmy, I promised to eat with you just now because I wanted to tell you clearly about this matter. Forget about me. We won't be able to return to the past." "Why not?" Jimmy growled with hatred. Large tears fell from her clear face. Emma buried her face in her palm and cried sadly, "Jimmy, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. It's good that you hate me. I just can't get a divorce."

Frozen with shock, one hand clung to the phone as though it were a lifeline. The words echoed in his mind. "No, doctor," I pleaded, my voice cracking with anguish, "It was a mistake. My wife is not dead." The rush of my words felt like an attempted incantation to solidify their value.

My vision blurred. “Hey,” I said softly, forcing a smile he couldn’t see. “It’s me… your annoying husband or boyfriend whichever version you’re tolerating today. You know, the guy who never listens.” The words came out shaky, half a laugh and half a sob. I reached for his hand, and when my fingers touched his skin warm but lifeless the tears I’d been holding back finally broke free. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so damn sorry.” Everything I had done, every person I’d fought, every sacrifice I’d made it still wasn’t enough. And now, someone somewhere thought they had the right to take him away from me.

“That was just drama. Wild, embarrassing drama. But let me make one thing very clear, I love my wife. She’s never left my heart, never, not for a second.” I looked up, barely able to breathe. Killian’s eyes found mine across the gallery. He looked right at me. Like I was the only one there. “I made mistakes. I was a fool. I hurt her. But let me tell you something,” his voice softened, “any woman in her shoes would have done the same, would have gone looking for comfort. And it breaks my heart that she had to look for it in the wrong place.”

So, if I let her go, maybe my wife will return to me, and we can be in love forever? But I just hope I haven't pushed Zari emotionally so hard. That I've driven my wife into the arms of another man. I lay here reflecting on my awful behavior two nights ago, and now I recognize I took things too far. Zari didn't deserve that. I'm still haunted by how her dark eyes darted left and right, looking like she'd rather disappear than be seen with me. Even though she said, her dance with Michael was innocent. We both did wrong. But I will be the bigger person and apologize first. While I chewed on my nail, trying to figure out what to say. The old-fashioned way is best just to say I'm sorry. First th