Survive As The Hero's Wife Novels & Stories

"The ones who really know us won't turn their backs. We'll survive this." "What if we don't? What if he destroys everything before anyone realises the truth?" "We'll rebuild. We always do." Aria was the only thing keeping me sane. My wife understood what it felt like to be caught between worlds. "They'll figure it out," she said one night. "Lies don't last forever." "What if they last long enough for him to kill us first?" She kissed my forehead. "They won't. We're stronger than him." I wanted to believe her. Needed to believe her.

Still, I tried my best to save them, but it was too late for his wife, Asher went to save his wife and sister, but they killed him and put everyone inside his car and throw them in the sea when my men reached there, it was over, but Alice survived, and she got the thing those people wanted, and she blackmailed me into giving up on my power and marry her or sign a contract; I tried to kill her, but she was not foolish like her brother,

"Let me go. I said let me go, Gordon!" "Let her go," Lyndino commanded, and the husband let go of his wife. She, however, just stood there, having no desire to throw her life away. 'When there's life, there's hope,' she thought. But vines from the house suddenly headed towards her and dragged her towards the house. "No, no, no. Save me, husband. I don't want to die. No, please," Before long, she had been flung against the pile of debris a few times until she died.

Then— The screen stopped scrolling. A name appeared. Shirley—Status: Terminated Seamus felt his blood rush to his head. His hands were icy cold. "Terminated?" he asked hoarsely. "Nominally," the Ghost replied. "Her legal existence has been professionally erased." "She registered a new identity," Seamus said immediately, his voice tense. "She's my wife. She's missing. I think she might be in danger." The keyboard clicked again. A deeper window opened. Offshore data.

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.

Before I could respond, Vivien stepped forward and produced the marriage certificate. “You’re mistaken,” she said sweetly. “I’m Mrs. Jenkins.” Then, she discreetly glanced at me. “As for that woman and her mother… I’m not sure how they got in. Perhaps through connections?” She stuck her tongue out playfully. “Just a guess. Don’t take it seriously.” My expression hardened. “Vivien, have you considered the consequences of what you’re saying?” Sebastian covered Vivien’s mouth and scolded her, “Stop talking!”

“Lucien—” “No.” He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead with careful fingers. “Never. Not about your face. Not about anything you see when you look in a mirror. You want to know what I see when I look at you right now?” His thumb traced the uninjured curve of her cheekbone, slow and reverent. “I see the woman who survived cancer once, who came back screaming at the world, who wore a pink skirt and lipstick just to remind herself she was still alive. I see the same eyes that used to watch me across boardrooms like I was a puzzle she wanted to solve. I see the scar on your neck that matches mine, and I see the courage it took to keep fighting when every single person who was

And yet she kept getting hurt. I looked away from her for a second trying to calm myself. Then I finally admitted something I had been holding in for a while. “I can survive war.” She stayed quiet listening to me. “I can survive enemies and betrayal and bloodshed. I’ve lived with all that my entire life.” I looked back at her again. “But I can’t survive losing you.” The room became completely silent after I said that. Her expression changed slowly and I could see emotions moving in her eyes. I meant every word. That terrified me more than anything else. Because before Betty, I already accepted the kind of life I lived. People died around me constantly. I learned how to survive it. But now? T

So hopeless. But deep inside her heart, a small flame still burned. I will endure. For Papa. No matter how hard it is, I will survive this. I will not break. She wiped her tears and took a deep breath. She picked up the coffee pot and walked back to the living room, ready to face another day of hell as the unwanted wife. TO BE CONTINUED

In my previous life, she did not come back until nightfall. Before I could react, she handed me a document. It was a waiver of liability. “Kevin, even though Henry accidentally killed your mother, he was acting heroically. You should be grateful he gave her a quick death! Otherwise, she might have been tortured by the kidnappers! Sign this waiver.” Her line of reasoning was the exact same as before. I did not even bother asking why she came back early. I just looked at her coldly. “Aren’t you going to see her one last time?”