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.

She finally managed to get him off of her. Zariah quickly scrambled to her feet but it was hard. She went to take a step forward but couldn't maintain her weight and fell. Shit this wasn't good. Orion growled and bit down into her right hind leg. He wanted to make sure we couldn't stand. He placed one enormous paw and held Zariah down as she squirmed and tried to wiggle her way out from under him. She didn't want to give up and neither did I. "I'm sorry babe I tried but I can't. He's stronger then Emron, stronger than your dad should have been. Stronger then the son of a gamma should be. I'm so sorry. Our best chance at survival is to submit."

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.

Jenson frowned at me, and I remembered that the information I had gotten on him told me that he was fiercely protective of his wife. I sneered at Jolie, I had to admit, she really knew how to trap men. Only someone as old as Jenson who was on the verge of death, would believe her lies. "Don't worry about it baby, Adam is just surprised to see me. You see, Adam, I survived. It's all thanks to my husband here. If it wasn't for him, I really didn't know what I would have done. I am sure that I would have died by now!" She said.

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.

The tears came then, silent and hot, streaming down her face as she hugged herself tightly, trying to hold together the shattered pieces of her heart. But even in her despair, one thought remained, burning with cold fury: she would survive this. She would endure. And one day, she would have her revenge. This was the only reason why she chose to stay in this hellish life with her husband. —- “Madam, please eat! You haven't eaten since yesterday. You'll get sick."

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.