Synopsis Of The Silent Wife Novels & Stories

To this life. To forever. The moment the heavy wooden door of the honeymoon suite closed behind us with a soft click, I felt Justin’s hand gently graze mine, intertwining our fingers as if claiming me—again, this time as his wife. Our eyes locked. He smiled—no, smirked—as if he already knew the thousand thoughts running in my head. His voice dropped into that deep, velvet tone that never failed to make my knees weak. “Mrs. Smith-Montemayor,” he whispered, pulling me closer until I was pressed against his chest. “That sounds dangerously sexy.”

Someone he made sure was his stay at home wife and nanny for ten whole years. Anytime the thought crossed my mind, I realized that if I hadn’t overheard him that day, I would never have found out. He would never have told me until his Diane, wife, was ready to come home and settle. And judging by the type of woman she was, Diane would only return when she was finally retired. They were both willing to gamble on my life, and make me waste years tending to their needs, raising their child only to be discarded like trash whenever they were ready.

Pinned down, I could only raise my head to lock eyes with Krystal as blood trailed along my lips. “Krystal, you promised to love and protect me for so long as we shall live. Is this what your word is worth?” Keeping her face deadpan, Krystal said callously, “You got it coming for attacking your father-in-law and talking smack about your wife.” With Krystal speaking up, the Markham extended family echoed her sentiment. “It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?”

"I... I had to, Silas! They were going to ruin us! My father’s heart couldn't handle the prison threat... I was trying to protect our future! How... how do you even know I was there? No one saw me!" "Because my wife told me," Silas whispered, standing up slowly, his massive frame looming over the desk like a death sentence. "The wife you spent three years trying to make disappear. She didn't just take the Meridian files, Clara. She took you. She used your own panic to force you into that hotel room, and then she dropped the hammer on your family before you could even sign the disclosure. You were a pawn in her opening move, and you played your part perfectly."

“Ah, yeah baby. Fuck!" He froze, then reduced his pace as he approached the door where the sound was coming from. “You're so fucking big," a female voice said. “Fuck me harder." Ivan's soul almost left his body. He lifted his eyes to the house number and it was the exact number his mystery wife had sent to him. “Come on, baby. Spread those legs for me," a male voice rang out. Then he heard sounds of skins slapping against each other, moans, groans that sounded like someone was being choked.

"Not when it came to you." The words hung between us, heavy with meaning I wasn't ready to unpack. "Where are you?" I asked. "Outside the restaurant. Watching your husband have dinner with another woman while you sit alone." A pause. "Come see for yourself, Aria. Stop letting him make you invisible." I looked at the files one more time, then at my wedding ring, a platinum band that had never felt like anything but a shackle. "Send me the address," I said.

No matter if it was her looks, figure, or status, she was in no way comparable to me. And yet, I had still lost to her. During the past three years that I was married to Chandler, we had had countless fights that led to the silent treatment. Even so, he had never once been the one to try to reconcile with me first. I had assumed he was just that cold and indifferent by nature, that he was the same to everyone. It was only today that I discovered that wasn't the truth. He was entirely capable of smiling with such doting affection. He didn't like the feeling of being ignored, and he knew that he had to set aside his pride to make a woman happy.