Survive As A Heros Wife Novels & Stories

She could hardly catch her breath from the excitement. "Ace! You are not welcome back into my life. I've found another, and he treats me better than you have ever done!" The TV suddenly popped back on, and the movie began to play. "Oops! I am sorry. I mistakenly pressed the remote button." Jennie said with a heavy breath. Jackson did not reply. Instead, he lifted her from the couch. With Jennie's hands around his neck and her feet tightly crossed around his waist, Jackson carried his wife upstairs, into the room and unto their bed.

As I was rummaging through the trash for leftovers, my wife, who had died three years ago, suddenly showed up. She stepped out of the Voyce and looked down at me from above. “Honey, you really did pass my test.” I was holding some moldy stale bread. I stared at her in bewilderment. It turned out that three years ago, at a class reunion, the school heartthrob she had once dated had suggested it. “I wanted to see if your love is real.”

Uncomfortable. They had never seen this version of me. Neither had I. The man who calculated ten moves ahead was gone. The man who ruled through patience and precision had stepped aside. What remained was a husband whose wife had been touched by violence. And that was far more dangerous. Somewhere in the chaos, I learned she was alive. That she had survived. That she had fought for her innocent life. The relief hit me like a blow to the chest, stealing my breath. My knees almost buckled, but the fury did not fade.

Aleisha Escarra almost fainted at the bad news but I am still thankful that my wife survived. “Alora Eunice… I’m sorry. Please, wake up.”

She looked at me and opened her arms and I walked into them and stood there for a moment with my face against her shoulder. "You're going to be fine tomorrow," she said. "I know." "I'm going to be in that room." "I know that too." She pulled back and looked at me. "If he comes at you, you look at me. Not him. Me. And you remember that you walked into a room with a billionaire werewolf three weeks ago with nothing but your own backbone and you have not once since then done anything other than handle it." My throat was tight. I kept my face steady.

I hang up without waiting for a farewell, tossing the phone back onto the desk. My jaw clenches as I pace back toward the window. Violetta survived. She didn't fold under the compressed timeline, and she didn't run crying out of the building. The quiet, fragile woman who used to sit silently at the end of my dining table, nodding along to whatever my lawyers dictated, is completely gone. She is fighting back, using the very skills I allowed her to cultivate during our marriage. I reach down and press the speed dial for Gideon. He answers instantly.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Two men stepped out, blending into the crowd like professionals, while the others stayed inside. They weren’t subtle, but then, they didn’t have to be. Their message was clear: We’re watching. I adjusted my sunglasses, a futile attempt to shield myself from recognition. But the whispers started anyway. “Oh my God, it’s her! Hyperion’s wife!” Click. Click. The cameras came out. Phones pointed in my direction. That’s who I was to them: Hyperion’s wife. Not Dr. Lilian Kane, the surgeon who once saved lives, the woman who fought for her place in the world. No. Just the wife of a man the world worshipped. How ironic.

well, of how I wished a mother would look. “You were out cold when my husband found you,” she added, placing a damp cloth on my forehead. Her husband came in just then. Broad-shouldered, silver-bearded, with a voice like thunder but eyes like velvet. He introduced himself as Hermes. His wife was Fiona. They saved me, took me in, and nursed me like I was one of their own. No questions asked. They didn’t even flinch when I told them I was from Moonstone Pack. Maybe they already knew better than to ask why I ran.

Scarlett’s lips parted, but nothing came out. Hilda continued, voice quieter now. “So when you say your husband betrayed you, your best friend destroyed you, and your life fell apart…” she exhaled. “I understand. I really do.” Scarlett shook her head slowly, overwhelmed. “Hilda… You’ve been through a lot in life and you are still this strong.”