Story Of A Wife Novels & Stories

She paused and swallowed deeply, her eyes caught that of Liana and she let out a sorrowful smile " After five years of marriage, I got pregnant and bore a male child. Happiness filled the air on that very day…I felt so glad because my family is now convinced that I am a woman with a womb….but the worst happened after a year…. Liana shuddered,she felt her heart beating so fast " On that very day, while I was so busy in the kitchen the building got ablaze…but One thing I could remember is the little mark my husband gave our son on that same day…he couldn't take the lunch again, the building got ablaze and we all turned out to be unconscious…… She licked her lips sorrowfully, the tears that gat

Norman wondered. “Why so?” “I once heard a story about a man who married a young and beautiful wife. The man was obsessed with keeping up an appearance, so he often brought his wife out to social events in order to get showered with the public’s praises. Thus, wherever he went, his wife would also be there. However, as time passed, his wife met a man who treated her more gently and looked more handsome than her husband, so she betrayed her and cheated on him with that man in the end.”

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.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

I said. “Yes,” he said simply. “Then I need to tell you what she did with your pity.” I told them. I told it in the flat, careful voice I had learned in that house, because tears had never once saved me there. I told them about the mistress my husband had kept for three years, about the night he cried at his own dinner table begging me to give his dying love a baby, about the woman who walked into my study glowing with health and called me the placeholder.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

he said, "you wouldn't have had a story like that to defend. I wasn't giving you one worth telling." "You are now," Elena said simply, and let that be enough, the two of them standing there in the ordinary light of their kitchen, the northern parcels and Renata Cole and the shareholder call all fading into the background of something steadier and more permanent than any of it a marriage two strangers in a conference room might glimpse for a moment and, without quite meaning to, come away believing in.

As much as was honest and possible and genuinely hers to hold. Starting with this. Her husband's voice in her kitchen in the evening, telling her about a small girl who had arrived in the world five days ago and who was, whatever else was true, part of the story now. Part of all of their stories. She listened. All the way to the end. ---