Survive As The Hero's Wife Manga นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With those few words, Evander Qin ended the call. “Evander Qin, why are you ruining my relationships and insisting on holding on? Are you going to leave your lover and child and turn this business marriage into a real one?” "It’s impossible for me to suddenly become the female lead in a CEO novel, where a husband who hates his wife suddenly falls in love with her after she’s reborn and uninterested in him?" It might have seemed like a silly thought to Seinna, but seeing his reaction made her reconsider. Evander Qin’s dark expression confirmed her suspicions. He smirked. “I’m just protecting my dignity as Young Master Qin. How could I let someone like President Yan tarnish my reputation by ta

With their combined efforts, Thea, who had been in great pain, felt a surge of warmth and unleashed a stronger Anonymous Gas. Her other main self that was severed gradually mended, instantly turning the tide of the battle. Outside the battlefield, Cosimeon, Taichu, and Yiulia anxiously watched the scene unfold. Taichu clenched her fists in fury and grumbled, “Although Marius is annoying, he is still my husband. How can I let him be tortured and humiliated? Goyo, you bastard! You’ve overstepped!” After expressing her dissatisfaction, Taichu transformed into a beam of light and charged at the Pantheon Nexus.

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.

But she knew she must have passed whatever test Megumi must have set. The music pierced the eerie silence of the room, and that felt like her heart dunking itself in cold water. “Karou” she hummed. “It worked Mistress”. “Ah” Megumi moaned happily. “This calls for a celebration doesn’t it?” “Yes” she replied. “Any survivors?” she asked. “Few” she replied. “Should we let them go?” “Someone has to break the news to Takahiro” she chuckled and dropped the call.

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

"You are no longer in your world, Carmen. When you died, the vortex you saw transported you here, to a realm beyond your comprehension. This is the world of your favorite manga." Carmen blinked, the words taking a moment to register. What does this woman mean by being transported to a manga? "My... manga?" She asked, confused. Because there was no way in hell this woman was saying what she was actually thinking because that would be a crazy theory. Nyx nodded. "The story you read so often, the one that consumed your thoughts. "Eclipsed Fates" You've been transported into that world. But you are no longer Carmen. Here, you are Daphne Vasquez, daughter of Lord Alaric and Lady Erica Vasquez."

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.”

She called hers. My wife chose to leave me. The realization is a white-hot blade across my chest. I glance around the room, panic a second heartbeat. She’s lying in a heap in the corner. Curled up, dress bunched, blood smudged across her arm. Her hair’s a mess of waves around her face. Dante must see the fire rising in my eyes because he answers the question I haven’t asked. “She’s alive. Knocked her head when she was dragged back in. She’ll wake up.”

Blair tried to get up but collapsed again, looking up at me with wide, pitiful eyes, his face full of confusion and hurt. For a second, it felt like I was in another lifetime. Memories of our past flickered through my mind. But I shook them off. I raised my sword, ready to strike the final blow. "What are you doing?!" That familiar voice made me pause. I turned and saw Justin rushing over with a group of guards behind him. "Justin!" Maisie cried, throwing herself into his arms like she'd just been saved from death itself. The second Justin saw her face, his expression darkened.

Just as I was filled with anticipation, Vania collapsed in a faint from sheer nervousness. The healer rushed to her side. He checked her pulse, her breathing. Then his face broke into a wide smile. "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Crown Prince! The Crown Princess is with child!" My brows knitted together. Impossible! Could Vania have also used the Blood Rite? The healer exhaled in relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. But a flicker of confusion crossed his face. When his eyes met mine, he looked away quickly.