Sorry My Sweet Wife Novels & Stories

"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

, she questioned Dia and she felt her heart sank in the depth of her pit of stomach. Enable to say anything to her she pulled her into a hug and she cried her heart out loudly. While Dia shedded tears with her... It's true she gave her a blessing that day when she came to give food to her husband and even teased her. And today she was widow in front of her eyes and couldn't do anything for her. "I'm.. Sorry.. I'm really sorry I couldn't save your husband dear.. Please spare me!! ", Dia sobbed holding her while she wailed her heart.

Her smile remains fixed, but her grip tightens on my arm. “Where else would I be, Alexander? In hell?” she retorts, her tone laced with mockery. “Come on. I’m your wife, for crying out loud. Shouldn’t I be here celebrating with you? Or would you rather let everyone think there’s something wrong with us?”

Days blurred into weeks. Then Ramona's husband died—that old man she'd never loved. He left her everything. We were both single now. We got married fast. Just like that, I went from a broken man to a wealthy one.

I tell him. He laughs. “Don’t worry we don’t got beef. I just wanted to thank you.” He speaks. “What the fuck for?” I ask him. He smiles. “For keeping my wife happy.” He says before taking a sip of his whiskey. “Who the fuck is your wife?” I frown. I don’t know what the fuck this dude’s problem is but he better fuck the hell off before I bust his teeth in. “Sadie, Sadie Golding or as she goes now Sadie Wilde. She has got nothing but good things to say about you.” He says with a chuckle.