The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

"You just want the company, right? I'll give it to you. Please don't divorce me. You're my husband! You're a professional brain surgeon. You have to save me!" I shook off her hand in disgust and replied frigidly, "I resigned. Starting now, I'm not a brain surgeon anymore. Isn't Shawn your secretary? Let him take care of you, then."

“Even if it’s in the gutter.” ‎ ‎I clenched my fist, almost punching myself in the face for believing she could be anything different. But I wasn’t going to give her the reaction she wanted so badly. ‎ ‎I gripped the handle of my suitcase and started walking, ignoring her completely. But Vanessa obviously wasn’t done. She grabbed my hand, pulling me back violently. ‎ ‎”You know,” she whispered maliciously directly into my ears. “I used to wonder what it would be like. Being you. Married to the man of my dreams for two years, sleeping beside him every night and still being so… Invisible.”

" If he didn't want to divorce and divide the assets, trying instead to drive me insane, then fine—I'd play crazy. I'd expose everything and drag their sordid affair into the open. I wouldn't let them get away with it. I wouldn't allow them to play innocent while making me out to be the deranged, troublesome wife everyone laughed at. The crowd was visibly shocked. Wasn't I supposed to be the desperate wife who was unwilling to be cast aside? Yet here I was, seemingly eager to divorce, while Irvin was the one stalling. If that was true… Irvin certainly came off worse in this situation. Sensing the shift in the crowd's perception, Irvin grew angrier.

I was going to get to the bottom of this. It only took a day to hear her talking on the phone to one of her friends about it happening again and that she could come over on Friday to watch the tape. I couldn't believe that my loving wife would show someone else something like this. I made sure I was home when her best friend Clara came over. Clara was a recently divorced, absolutely beautiful strawberry blonde. I would give my left nut to have a crack at her. She was acting a little skittish and kept smirking at me but I ignored it. My wife took her to her sewing room to show her a new pattern supposedly. I went to my computer to listen in.

Her husband fetched water and made her drink. “I don’t know. I’ve always had bad dreams. It was as if something was hinting at my dream.” She replied to her husband. “Maybe you’re just stressed. You need to take your medicine.” Natasha no longer agreed to take the medicine. Louie wonders why she doesn’t want to take the medicine anymore. He doesn’t just ask his wife, he might even wonder why he insists on taking the medicine. They heard a thump in their chins. They go down to see what a crash that is. They saw Abigail in the kitchen, her hand was bloody on her wrist and she was slit.

Curiosity was written all over my face… Bryan eventually stopped laughing and said “Mr. Holland has a grandson but he is someone people regard as invisible his sister Grace is the one everyone knows. She even comes for business meetings with her grandfather” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding “So I am getting married to the invisible Mr. Holland” “Yes, you can say that… I have a business meeting with the visible Mr. Holland you should come with me. Although I have never seen your future. Husband. Mr. Holland assured me that he is of good behavior and he will treat you right.” Bryan said “Consider this a win-win situation” he continued. How? “This way the company will be out of

"Oh scream my name bitch! Cum with me." Her heart was tearing apart gazillion times watching her husband making out with someone. A few minutes later she heard approaching footsteps indicating that they were done doing their thing inside. She swiftly walked back to her room and pretended that she didn't know what was going on and that she had just woken up from bed. The woman just looked at her and clung even more to her husband's arm who seemed didn't care if she was there. "Who is she, baby?" the woman asked Thunder.

A collective gasp fills the air as Suzanne hits the floor, her head and mouth bearing the brunt of the fall. The room falls into stunned silence as onlookers process the sudden and violent turn of events, unsure of how to react to the chaos unfolding before them. “How dare you sleep with my husband, you fucking bitch!” Ah, it appears that the formidable figure striding forth is none other than Uncle Sam's wife, adding a new layer of complexity to the unfolding drama. The air crackles with tension as she approaches Suzanne, her determination palpable in every stride.