Novel & Cerita Survive As A Heros Wife

Then— The screen stopped scrolling. A name appeared. Shirley—Status: Terminated Seamus felt his blood rush to his head. His hands were icy cold. "Terminated?" he asked hoarsely. "Nominally," the Ghost replied. "Her legal existence has been professionally erased." "She registered a new identity," Seamus said immediately, his voice tense. "She's my wife. She's missing. I think she might be in danger." The keyboard clicked again. A deeper window opened. Offshore data.

But respect didn’t mean submission. “You watch that tone with me,” I said coldly. “You forget something.” he growled. “She’s not your wife yet.” “No,” I said, swirling the whiskey. “But I was the one she called when she needed saving. Not you. Where was her loving family then?” Silence. He had no comeback. Because he knew I was right. “How is she?” he asked finally, his voice strained, quieter. “She’s alive. Healing.” He let out a long breath, like the fight had drained out of him. “Right.”

To both children who are her everything. She's a wife. To Kieran who believed the impossible. Who married her knowing her truth. Who built this life beside her. She's a fighter. Who survived death. Who destroyed Lucas. Who got justice. Who refused to be defeated. She's a survivor. Of poison. Of death. Of trauma. Of everything thrown at her. Still standing. Still thriving. She's a founder. Of the Rachel Hart Foundation. Of a movement to help survivors. Of purpose from tragedy. She's a friend. To Diana and Lorenzo and Sofia and everyone who fought beside her. Who became family by choice.

She talked about many things like the surrogacy competition, her birth, the Crowe family, the Flores family, the Carter family, their meeting with Simon, her making a proposal, their honeymoon, and so on. She also told him the scene where they ate dinner together, took a walk together, and even got to know each other by making love. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t finish talking because there was no end to what had happened between them. Hazel suddenly realized that they had been through so much. No wonder she couldn’t let him go. Perhaps, even if Joshua fell in love with another woman after losing his memory, she would be unwilling to see that and would still get h

she stated sweetly and calmly, and my heart was overjoyed. "And you were the one who saved me." I replied with an eager grin. Then my gaze was drawn to her wrist wounds, which were covered in scratches. I couldn't contain my emotions and reached out to touch her wrist wound. We both flinched as a spark sparked in my body. Stacy yanked her hand away from my grip and entwined her fingers with mine. I frowned at her ludicrous behaviour. “Thank you for saving my soon husband's life,” Stacy pecked on my cheek.

I pulled out my phone and showed him a series of photos. "Here are the records of Seraphina contacting our rivals. She's the one who arranged that 'accidental' hit to get me out of the way and take my place as your wife." Dante's eyes widened in horror. "And here," I swiped to the next image, "is my miscarriage report. I was trying to tell you about our child when you were in Switzerland with her—the woman who got our baby killed." Dante’s eyes turned bloodshot. He was breathing in ragged gasps.

It's such a big fuck you to everyone who ever dared to hurt her, even if they're dead. This woman has survived more than most. And it's an honor to call her my wife. THE END ************************************************************************************************************** Thank you to everyone for reading this story! I highly appreciate it and can't wait to write more! I would be honored if you would take some time and leave a review, I would love to hear from you!

Each movement she made towards the center of the room was sluggish and I feared for her. "Hera... "I trailed off. She didn't look. Her eyes remained fixated on where she was going. I so badly wanted to run and block her path so she wouldn't see... him but there was nothing I could do. Perhaps... Katherine could. I looked at the woman in front of me, silently hoping she could do something but I held my tongue upon gazing at her. She had the biggest smile on her face and her eyes lit up like firecrackers. I looked around. Everyone seemed to be interested in Hera and they didn't seem to notice her. Her husband had just died and yet, she looked like she was the happiest woman in the world. Why?

He raised his hand and I shut my eyes tightly, my heart in my mouth as I still had hope of getting saved. “Stop! You can’t kill her! She’s my wife!” A loud voice rang out from the gates and I began to shake in despair. “Wife? Who was that? The only person who wanted to marry me was dead… Does this mean he survived? Was this another nightmare?”

Tomorrow is a big day for her though the marriage might be a sham but she's still getting married. Once upon a time she had wanted to get married to the love of her life live life like every normal girl and have a complete family. But who was she kidding her life is far from normal, yes she's marrying a man who was once the love of her life. Right now she felt nothing for him all she craves is revenge revenge revenge. And she's going to get it…. The car finally came to a halt in front of an impressive glass-walled building, where a valet stood ready to assist her.