Survive As A Heros Wife Novels & Stories

the voice soft as velvet and at the same time loaded with authority, showing that it was not patient and that it would not give us respite. "I need your help, Hera, goddess of women and births." I said lowering my eyes, avoiding facing her because they hated. "My wife went to the other plane, to the castle of the old meetings, she went there to kill Hades, but something happened and she is weaker by the minute."

my wife suddenly burst out. I looked at her, surprised. “Really? But she recovered I guess.” Her eyes grew wide. “You mean she is still alive?” “Nope, she was one of the casualties in the recent fight against the Black Mountain Pack. Both she and her Alpha Brother died during the fight, including all their warriors,” I told her to ease her from fear. “Ohh, thank goodness. I could still remember how evil she could be,” she said as she sighed with relief. “Did she hurt you?”

“Who are you, and why are you talking to my husband that way?” Cassia waits for me to say something, but I don’t know what to say. Turning back to Marael, I gesture to Cassia. “This is Cassia.” Marael shrugs her shoulders as if saying, “so what?” I know I should say that Cassia is my mate, but I’m not sure how Marael will take the information. By some miracle, Marael is alive. My wife, the woman that I loved, is alive. I’m beyond stunned, standing there gazing into my wife’s vivid eyes, and I’m at a loss. Frowning, she turns toward Cassia and says. “Who are you?”

She's now fully healed and healthy. She held my hand as she sniffed. "I-I remember the last time I talked to your dad. H-He was giving me a hint, darling. He said…women are strong. A wife can survive without a husband, but a husband couldn't live without a wife…" I chewed my bottom lip. No! Dad was wrong. It was just the same. A wife can survive, yes, but she will never be happy again. Living without the man we loved dearly is just as good as dead.

"But I'm doing it anyway because the alternative letting them hurt our children, letting this conspiracy continue, living in fear that's worse than guilt. I can live with being a murderer if it means Michael, Sophia, and Elena are safe." "That's not the woman I married." "Yes, it is. You just didn't know it yet." I turned to face him. "The woman you married survived five years of poisoning, false imprisonment, medical rape, and a conspiracy designed to destroy her. You think that woman isn't capable of ordering deaths to protect her children? You married a survivor, Von. Survivors do terrible things when cornered." He pulled me close. "I love you. Even when you terrify me."

Being a werewolf means a super healing ability, which was true, but since the alpha king had inflicted the marks on her, it would take a longer time to heal. Mia knew she had to be at her best behaviour now and always if she planned to survive life as queen of the kingdom. Her husband didn’t care about her and he told her he would gladly end her life if he had the chance and she knew he meant it. Perhaps if he had married his proper bride, the fair and beautiful Ariel Asika, he might have tried his best to show affection to her, but alas, he married the ugly sister. Mia knew it was only a matter of time before she did something that would bring her death at his hands, and she counted down to

I figured that a quiet life like that could work. Six months in, I realized that I had fallen for her. I started leaning in, trying to put some life back into a dead marriage. I knew her rescue team shifts wrecked her eating schedule, so I cooked up different soups every day to settle her stomach. She said she hated housework, so I took care of it all. She said she needed silence to sleep and requested separate bedrooms, so I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and gave her the space she wanted. She even took our shared savings, played the market, blew more than a hundred grand, and killed my plan to trade up to a new house. But I didn't blame her once.

“She was supposed to be the Alpha Luna, but Ronan refused to marry her even though they had been best friends since they were babies. “She’s close to the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. They said they saved her during a war after her whole pack died. She was the only survivor, and the one thing about her was that when she was saved, the Alpha got attacked, and somehow she put her life on the line just to save him. “She’s the one person the Alpha can tolerate, and no one can seem to understand why he didn’t marry her considering that he desperately wants an heir, and she was his ex-fiancée and girlfriend.

I burst out laughing, as if I'd just heard the biggest joke of my life. "A perfect family? You mean the one where my wife cut off my medical bills so I'd die in a hospital bed, all so she could be with her secretary?" The color drained from her face. She swayed, her voice trembling. "You... You came back, too? That's why you chose Elara this time!" She broke into hysterical laughter. "I should've realized sooner! It doesn't matter! If we could do this once, we can do it again! Next time, I'll make sure you never choose Elara!"

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.