Sorry My Sweet Wife の小説・ストーリー

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!"

it not like ,i am ok with you being my wife but , don't be too happy" he scoff and walked away

"Take care of my wife." ***

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..."

“After what happened to Anya, you are doing the same with other women and children? Where’s the difference, Alexei? Why are you even doing this? For money? There’s plenty of ways to make money, you don’t have to do this—“ I spat not caring what he might do to me. What could he do after all? Punish me? Slap me? Beat me? Kill me? I was already dying inside, it was only for the best if he killed me too. “Don’t poke your nose in my business, любовь.” His voice was deeper, more dark less subtle. “Just because I am being nice doesn’t mean I trust you, or you have any right to lay your opinions in front of me.” He motioned to the band on my finger. “You’re my wife.” I scoffed taking off the ring in

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."

Didn't I say I liked you, didn't I say I wanted to live with you, why did I go to hug another woman after the night of my confession. You say that liking me is cheating, joking, or acting, but how can my heart love you take it back. The beautiful girl's eyes are sparkling, transparent tears slowly fall to the music of the wedding, is there any more painful moment like this?... Jasper Frank said, “I forgot, so now tell me, will you start over with me?” Linnea Rivera asked suspiciously: “You said to go back to the way it was? Still just a bed warmer, still a lover, without a title?"