Synopsis Of The Silent Wife Novels & Stories

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

"Your wife is stable. She fainted, likely from dehydration and stress." "Where is she?" "Room 3. But sir, there's something you should know." I was already moving, pushing past him, following the room numbers until I found her. Elena was sitting up in the bed, pale but conscious. And Marco Bennett was in the chair beside her, holding her hand. Rage, white-hot and irrational, flooded through me. "Get away from my wife," I growled. Marco stood, his jaw tight. "She needed someone. Where were you?"

"Since you're here, I have something to say. I want a divorce. I was going to file, but since everyone is here tonight, let's see if we can settle it now." Sinead immediately stood up. "I don't agree." When she first came in, she had looked guilty and remained silent in front of my parents. Only now did she dare object. That was because she knew that if she stayed silent, her husband would be gone. She had never imagined this outcome. She did not want to accept it. The thought alone was enough to make her panic. My parents clearly had no patience left for her either. "You didn't care about this family then. We don't want to hear anything from you now. If we can't communicate properly, then p

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

I held my gaze on her face and asked softly, “Is it good?” Her hands paused in mid-air. But she didn’t look up at me. She didn’t make a sound to answer me. A short while later, she slowly nodded her head, her eyes still fixed on her fork. I sighed. Her silence was harder to handle than her anger. If she had shouted at me, I would have known how to respond, but when she was quiet like this, building walls around herself, I felt helpless. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to make My Wife happy. I didn’t know how to make My Wife talk to me.