The Invisible Wife Turned Savage 소설 & 이야기

He stayed silent, watching me carefully, but I didn’t want to dive into the details of forged documents, hidden clauses, or the betrayal written in fine print. It was too much, too raw. So I just shook my head and continued, “Then ten years later, I decided to surprise my husband. I went home unannounced, thinking I’d find him working, maybe sleeping... Doing something.....” I gave a bitter chuckle and looked up. “But instead, I found him with another woman. Living another life. In our house. A different version of himself. And all I could think about was how I didn’t know. Not once did I question him. Not once did I even imagine it.”

Ink met paper without hesitation. Five years ago she had signed papers as a wife trying to preserve a marriage. Today she signed as a mother ensuring survival. Upstairs, Silas slept peacefully, sunlight brushing across his blankets. Recovery had returned color to his cheeks, though fatigue still lingered in his small movements. Evelyn paused at the doorway. For a moment, the Queen disappeared. Only a mother remained. She watched his steady breathing and remembered smoke filling her lungs, remembered the certainty she would never see him grow.

Prescott began, "how would you describe the last several months in your household?" "Difficult." I let it sit. "Painful. I've been trying to hold a family together under circumstances I didn't fully understand until recently." "Can you elaborate?" "My wife concealed her restored eyesight from me for four months." I kept my voice even, more sorrow than anger. That was the tone. Grieved, not vindictive. "From me. From our physicians. From our daughters. I lived beside a woman who was watching everything and telling no one, and I had no idea."

To the way something inside me had shattered at the sight. I needed to fix this. I needed to understand why seeing her break had felt like breaking myself. She was my wife. My wife.

I noticed that the comment section beneath the video completely blew up. "Oh, my goodness! You couldn't even make this stuff up if you tried!" "That woman's behavior is utterly despicable! She has a husband at home, yet she used their joint account to pay for a wedding with her side piece!" "That guy's got guts! Good for him!" "That side piece definitely knew she was married, right? How does he still have the nerve to buy gifts for the husband? That's so messed up!" "I hope that horrible woman gets exactly what's coming to her!"

"I don't remember anything from the last three years. The only thing I remember is that Miles is my boyfriend. "I know that somewhere in those missing years, you and I were together. I don't love you now, but if my dad insists on the engagement, I'll go through with it." Grandma snorted. "In the past life, she faked memory loss so she could fool around with Miles while keeping Rowan at her side so she could access the Becker family's money. In the end, she drove Rowan into depression and even to his death. What a terrible woman! She should stay away from him!"

she says, and I hear the emotion in her voice, “I didn’t want to tell you this on the phone.” “Tell me what?” Why would she have something to confess to me if she believes I’m cheating on her? For a moment, my stomach tightens as the potential answer to that question leaps into my head. Oh, my God! What if she’s cheating on me? It never even crossed my mind that she could be–but then, wouldn’t I deserve it? “That… I’m A. Savage,” my wife says, and I have no idea–still-what she’s talking about.

“I am your husband. On paper at least. And right now my wife is standing in my kitchen wearing nothing but my shirt.” The way he said “my wife” sent a weird shiver down my back. Not all fear. “You hate that I’m your wife,” I reminded him. “You’ve said it enough times.” He ran a hand through his dark hair. “I do hate it. But I’m still a man, Emma. And you’re making this harder than it needs to be.” I laughed once, sharp. “I’m making it harder? You’re the one who told me to stay invisible. Yet every time I try, you find a reason to stare at me.”