Novel & Cerita Sorry My Sweet Wife

I am proud to be her wedded husband and vow to never make the same mistake again because a life without her is a life wasted. THE END~

I would give anything to return to the good, old days. “You are scared of me,” I said in a voice that managed to hide my pain. Hearing it made it more real, more painful. My chest walls closed in on me, I struggled to breath. “Elna, you are scared of me.” Her silence proved my point. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. I knew it now, I knew it for sure that she would leave me but I didn’t want her to. I wanted my wife to stay and love me as I was. “I’m sorry. Wifey, I’m sorry.”

“Relax baby, I am not trying to scare you away or hurt you.” Right now, my husband sounded more like his little brother, or maybe I was just being delusional. I was not but I was definitely having crazy flashbacks and a bad reckoning. “I know…it is just that…” I started off slowly, letting just one tear escape from my eeys. I wiped my eyes and continued talking, trying hard not to break. “I am sorry.” Was all I managed to composed. Oh fuck! This was the end of my marriage. “Sorry for what, baby?”

I just wanted my wife. My wife. My fucking wife! They should give her to me right now!! "We're... we're so sorry, sir." "We're really so sorry!" They all apologised on cue, some sobbing. "We didn't know..." "I'm so sorry," My heart ached even more. Head hanging low, shaking cause really... "I don't want your sorries," I breathed, facing them. "I don't want apologise...I just want my wife. Give her back!"

A sound came from deep in his throat, pained and tortured, like my touch burned him. "I am so sorry," I whispered, my palm against his cheek. "I am so sorry that my father killed your wife. If I could do anything to change it, I would. But I cannot." Tears dripped from my chin. "Please. Just find a place in your heart to..."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."

I just closed my eyes and didn't open them, maybe it's okay to savor these moments. "I'll accept it. It may not be fine for me if you're gone for good but I'll accept it. I don't want to see you suffer because of me. I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry I didn't take care of you when you were still with me. I'm sorry I wasted everything. So I'll respect your decision, I'll stop insisting on myself to you but my love for you will never stop... I love you, my wife..."

she replied, suddenly guarded. Realizing my misstep, and the fact that my earlier 'distraction' had failed, I released her hand and leaned back, sighing. “I’m sorry,” I murmured, looking down. “It’s just… I lost my wife to a coma years ago.” I paused, letting the weight of the lie settle. “She never woke up. I prayed every day, and yet… Well, maybe it wasn’t God’s plan. I just thought… it’d be nice to see someone get a second chance and tell them how lucky they are.”

‘Oh boy, I’m in trouble’ Mr Winthrop thought and ran after his wife. “Babe, I’m sorry.” He entered their room and met her sitting on the bed. He walked slowly towards her and held her hand. “Babe, I’m sorry. I promise that wouldn’t happen again.” She frowned and took her hand off from his. “Sugar pie, sugar plum, Babe, honey, the only woman I’ll and always love, the only woman in this cold heart of mine. Please forgive this naughty husband of yours.” He gave her his best puppy eyes, she just stared at him and turned her face again with a scoff.