Survive As The Hero's Wife Novels & Stories

“Come, future queen.” I placed my hand in his. And together, we walked into the war that would decide whether our marriage became our greatest weapon… or the very thing that destroyed us.

One evening, Morgan and Alice sat on the same terrace, where they had shared grief and hope. “We did it, Alice,” Morgan said, holding her hand. “We defeated Charles, we defeated NovaCorp. We are free.” Alice leaned her head on Morgan’s shoulder. “We did it because we never let go of each other, Morgan. You could have abandoned me after everything that happened, drowning in your rage. But you always came back. You are my husband, and you are my hero.”

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.

"Maybe you couldn't do anything before, but you stayed by her side as her husband despite everything you discovered. You are still here, even though you know Victor can have you killed any time. That's how deep your devotion is. For me, that's a beautiful thing a man can give. No matter what happens, you don't abandon each other." She smiled radiantly at him. "I think that's why your wife is still alive. She is also fighting for you. She sees all your efforts and clings so that you don't go crazy here and become one of the patients,” she chuckled. “I am sure she is doing her best to breathe to give you hope. I know because we're in the same situation. That's how I feel about Bangs. But it's

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.

“Of course, you can. You can handle it if you tell yourself another story. No matter what, you're still his wife and I can't let you stay here until you can finally decide when you want to leave. I'll love to have you here but you're Mr. Sullivan's wife, I can't risk it. I'll call your mum and tell her you're here.” She didn't respond, she looked down at her hands, tears dropped on them. Mrs. Martin patted her back gently. “You'll be fine. You have to eat and stop crying, tears are going to ruin your beautiful face.” She stood and went to the door, Javier was standing by the door. “Mum, just give her some time to think about what she wants to do.” “Remember she's someone's wife, you're only

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

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.”

Gradually, curious neighbors gathered around, pointing at her and whispering among themselves. Their gazes pricked her like needles, stinging worse than the physical pain. Ingrid curled up on the ground, shielding her head and face with her arms. But she couldn't block the relentless punches, kicks, and vile insults raining down on her. The woman was Edmund's legal wife from his hometown, the very one he had kept hidden from everyone. Somehow, she had heard about Edmund fooling around in the city and getting caught. Furious, she had stormed to his place and happened to run into Ingrid, who had stubbornly come looking for him.

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.