Survive As The Hero's Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

Four years of learning how to survive without each other. Suddenly neither knew what to do. Dominic forgot how to breathe because she was there. Not a memory or a dream or a ghost. Real. Standing beneath the floodlights in blue scrubs stained with blood. Hair pulled back. Gloves on. Ready to save lives. His wife. The mother of his son. The woman he had crossed oceans to find. The woman he almost lost forever. She looked beautiful. Not because of her appearance. Because she was exactly who she was meant to be.

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

I gasped as i still wrestled with her. “Ahhh… Is that man?” grinned she says. “I already killed him.” I was momentarily taken aback by what she said and looked back when i heard Rohan's voice. “Nadia! Nadia!” he repeatedly shouted my name. Rohan! my husband. My time seemed to slow down for a while when i saw him again. I never thought that despite of all my mistakes as her wife, he was still here to find and rescue me from the brink of death. All i could think about was that you love each other enough to unite the two of you. But i was wrong, not only will love build the relationship of the two, you also need to trust each other.

She did not even hear him when he said that he would be out for about thirty minutes as her attention was on the screen in her bed room as she shed tears. Yes, she was watching a tragic romance movie and was too busy wiping the sad sad tears from her eyes as Mara, or whatever it was the female lead was called found out that her lover had died in the faccident that had made her to become a paraplegic and that she could not remember anything except from the accident...

Hearing her words, Dion’s eyes widened a bit but he decided to remain silent, allowing her to elaborate on the story. “My husband shot me on our honeymoon and left me to die in the ocean. I want to get back to him. For that reason, I cannot go back to my family and tell them everything because they would just send him straight to prison. I don’t want him to have it that easy. I want to make him suffer.” She replied back. Dion looked at Sofia. This woman who looked so sweet like an angel bore a look that could only be described as pure hatred in her eyes.

Years. Years of believing she was gone. Years of mourning. Years of silence. And now she was standing there. Alive. Breathing. Speaking. Existing in a world they thought had lost her forever. “…She’s alive.” Her knees almost gave slightly as she reached for the chair behind her, sitting down slowly, her eyes never leaving the screen. “She’s alive…” Her voice broke again a sob slipping through. Her husband exhaled deeply, running a hand over his face. “…She survived.”

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.

She needs her husband, she really needs her husband in her life. “Baby it's me. I'm alive, I didn't die. I survived." Jace muttered. ”You're alive, you're alive, you're alive." Constance keeps repeating the same words as she hugs her husband so tight, sobbing profusely in his chest. “You are alive, my husband is alive." She keeps on saying. “Yes, baby and I will never leave you again." … After crying and hugging. Constance sat with her husband. She sat on his lap, she didn't want to leave his side; afraid that if she did, she wouldn't see him again.

“If every woman gave up on herself at every given miscarriage, then women would be moping around like crazy. It hurts, I never said that it doesn’t, but you are going to fight to get over it, and you are going to stand like the Duraturo that you are. The child is an angel right now, a little bird that would e waiting for you in the future. But Diablo is here, and he wants you by his side, but he wants his wife to stand strong by his side. Weakening is not an option that I am going to give you, Sienna.” “I couldn’t keep my child safe…” “And yet you seem to forget that without you, hundreds would have died.” She said, making my chest ache. “You did what no one else would have. You went and ran