Survive As The Heros Wife 소설 & 이야기

She let go of me and hurried to his side. “You misunderstood. He wouldn’t stop harassing me.” She pointed at me, and her face was filled with indignation. “He insisted that I was Wendy and even asked me to take her place and take care of him. He said he cannot live without a woman!” My heart sank instantly. The way she accused me was exactly the same as before. She looked at me with disgust while clinging to Eric’s arm. His expression darkened as he cursed at me. “You piece of trash! Your wife just died, and you dare seduce my wife? Disgusting!”

ATHENA'S pov Was I really cursed as she had stated ?. Was I really not meant to be around people with love ?. It did make sense since I was never with a family more than six months . Either returning me back or being murdered . Rosie and mark were the only ones that showed me love but they were killed in cold blood . I could feel another wave of tears coming up . How was I to survive the streets ,?I was only eleven years old. *Now is not the time to cry girl, find shelter before dark*

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

"Chosen me? Or kept protecting your 'sister'?" Dante opened his mouth, but no words came out. "The answer is written all over your face, Dante. Even if you had known, you would have chosen her. Because in your mind, I was your wife. I was supposed to understand, to support you, to wait. And she was the poor victim who needed your protection." "It's not like that..." "Enough," Sofia, who had been listening silently, finally spoke. "Isabella, it's time to go." She signaled her men. They moved in, disarming Dante and restraining his men.

the voice soft as velvet and at the same time loaded with authority, showing that it was not patient and that it would not give us respite. "I need your help, Hera, goddess of women and births." I said lowering my eyes, avoiding facing her because they hated. "My wife went to the other plane, to the castle of the old meetings, she went there to kill Hades, but something happened and she is weaker by the minute."

Each movement she made towards the center of the room was sluggish and I feared for her. "Hera... "I trailed off. She didn't look. Her eyes remained fixated on where she was going. I so badly wanted to run and block her path so she wouldn't see... him but there was nothing I could do. Perhaps... Katherine could. I looked at the woman in front of me, silently hoping she could do something but I held my tongue upon gazing at her. She had the biggest smile on her face and her eyes lit up like firecrackers. I looked around. Everyone seemed to be interested in Hera and they didn't seem to notice her. Her husband had just died and yet, she looked like she was the happiest woman in the world. Why?

“You’ve been inside her this whole time?” “No,” the voice said, amused. “But she was built for this. You were all busy trying to revive her, and never thought to ask why she was the only one who survived Phase II.” That made everyone stop. Anais felt her stomach drop. “Phase II… was supposed to kill everyone.” Dahlia stepped forward, tense. “Except it didn’t. Maris lived.” “Because she was the test,” the voice replied through her. “The first successful merge. The beginning of Phase III.”

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.”

Micheal There is something that happens inside you when you see your ex wife,the mother of your son,shot and bleeding .Something I never thought I would feel towards Sarah. When I saw the men with guns pointing at us ,I didn't. think of this ever happening I was relieved when the shooters ran after seeing the police but my relief was short lived when one of the officers shouted for an ambulance I turned around wondering who was hurt only I didn't expect to be Sarah and seeing her hurt almost brought me to my knees.