The-dream Wife Novels & Stories

Valentina's POV This has to be a dream. It’s just a nightmare—a terrible, haunting nightmare. So wake up and end this. A faint and distant voice whispered in my ears, trying to delude me into believing that the sight before me wasn’t real—that my husband of six years wasn’t holding another woman in his lap, wasn’t kissing her neck, leaving marks on her skin as if she were the most precious gem. And that woman… wasn’t Caelina. “Damien, I want you. Please, I really want you now,” Caelina whispered to my husband, her eyes closed as soft moans escaped her lips.

“Well, I don’t share my husband. Leave!” The woman laughed at Tanya. “Dream on, bitch. I saw a picture of his wife, and she’s way more beautiful than you. Delusional.” She flipped her hair. “I’ll find someone else.” She marched away, frowning. At that moment, Tanya looked at him. “What are you doing here? And the last time I checked, my wife is Sabrina Alonzo-Fortalejo,” Tyler said lifelessly before continuing to drink. But before he could swallow it completely, Tanya quickly snatched it away from him.

"Tell me, T. Tell me, what wife would let her husband mention another woman's name in a nightmare? Me. I'm not willing to see my husband unfinished with his past and trapped with inner wounds." "I always wake up in the middle of the night. Hearing you say Dara, Dara, and Dara! Do you ever think about my feelings even a little? No, T. You never do that." "For months I tried to be patient, thinking you could forget about that damn woman in your dreams. But what? One year into our marital status, you keep mentioning the same name. Tell me who that ignorant woman is, T? What does she have to do with you. She sold herself for you? She-"

Ivan’s hands were still at her waist, he recognized the voice as Aliyah's. "You are my wife,” he replied, his eyes roaming her confused face. " One more time, please.” Footsteps began ascending the staircase, quick and angry footsteps. Valeria’s stomach dropped when she suddenly recognized the voice. "Your ex?” He didn't answer that, he spun her around and made her leaned on the wall, his hands still on her waist. "I can't get an important contract if she knows my wife is away, and I don't want to get intimate," he whispered, his eyes darting between hers.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

Vivi said, which made Darren frown again. "I just want to help you achieve your dream. But why are you acting like this?" Darren grumbled. "What is my dream? What do you have to realize for me to make you have dinner with me?" asked Vivi, not understanding the meaning of Darren's words. "You said you wanted a warm marriage where you could eat with your husband every day, but the contract marriage you've been in has given you a husband you can't even cook for," Darren said, making Vivi's eyes widen. It seemed as if the woman was surprised that Darren could know her hidden desires that she had never told anyone before.

All I want is to get to our hotel room and just die on the big bed. But for now, I'll just keep pinching myself to remind myself that this is real life. That Damien Hunt is my real husband. And that I'm his real wife. And that we are married for real. I thought this would be scary but the thought of calling him 'my husband' for eternity makes me burst with bliss. I don't care how old we get, Damien will always be my dream man. And living with him for the rest of my life is a dream! ****

I say, as I realise that I am silently admitting to the fact that Drexon is a good man. "If I could only have half the kind of man you have, I would be set for life; he is good-looking, cares so much for you and is rich." Her voice is dreamy, like a teenage girl discussing her crush with her best friend. "I am sure things would work out for you," I say, not wanting to be tagged a girl who gatekeeps. “So you are one of those wives,” she muttered under her breath, maybe she thinks I won't hear her, but I do. “The kinds that get their dream men and act like it’s nothing”

Diana As I opened my eyes, even the faintest ray of light stabbing into them made them burn. I instinctively squeezed them shut again. A sharp, throbbing pain spread through my head, bringing tears to my eyes. But I could tell that my hands were bound tightly behind my back. It hurt. Everything hurt. The muffled voices around me took a few moments to register. “She's the woman... his wife. Her company has ruined everything we had...” The words weren't entirely clear, but I understood enough.

After confirming that she wasn't the one crying, she stretched out her hand and pulled a tissue to wipe away the cold sweat on her forehead bit by bit. "Why did I have such a strange dream?" Emma was lost in thought. She actually dreamt that Archie married Luisa. She dreamed that her parents held her hand and let her walk over to call Archie brother-in-law. She dreamed that her grandmother was crying for her. "What the hell!" Emma was really scared by this dream until her whole body turned cold. She had goosebumps all over her body. Call Archie brother-in-law? What the hell? She wouldn't be able to call him brother-in-law even if she was beaten to death. It was more like calling him husband.