The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

Her cheeks flushed deeply, and Luci was barely holding himself back. After wishing me a happy birthday and professing his love, he turned and kissed Jasmine with an intensity that made me look away. The musicians exchanged awkward glances, whispering among themselves, their expressions a mix of disdain and pity. "Her own husband's being kissed by another woman, and she can still sit there eating?" "I heard she's blind and has hearing problems too. She needs a hearing aid to communicate. No wonder her husband cheats—she's just a cripple." The words stung.

“Tell me about your wife.” The light returns to Stephan’s eyes, and he begins to describe the image of a woman with bleached blonde hair and green eyes, with freckles dotting her nose and the lower sides of her face sparingly. Then he goes further to describe her as a woman with good morals and a cheerful nature. He brings out his phone and shows them a picture of her. She is a beautiful woman. - Natalia is alone in the mansion as Noah and Stephan had gone out for a game of tennis and probably some drinks afterwards, knowing him. Noah had told her in private not to come with, as they were going out as men, and she was a woman.

What would make me happy is my wife staying my fucking wife instead of stabbing me in the back. ‘I don’t want to be your wife anymore!’ I exploded. I shoved him back. ‘I’m done being the invisible wife whose husband fucks other women in his office in broad daylight!’ ‘Are you jealous?’ Cary’s voice shifted, amused. He stepped closer again, eyes burning through me. ‘Is that what this is? You want me to stop fucking other women?’ A small, crooked smile curved his lips. A smile I didn’t understand. ‘You want me to stop fucking other women because, what, you’re in love with me? Want to have me all to yourself?’

Heavy wooden chairs had been flipped and splintered. The ancient mahogany table was visibly cracked down the center. And the high council members—the most decorated generals and lords of my pack—were huddled pathetically against the far basalt walls in paralyzed, suffocating terror. And in the dead center of the chaos stood my cold, composed wife. But she was completely, terrifyingly unrecognizable. Valeria had turned into a savage, bloodthirsty Queen. The sleeve of her black velvet dress was slightly torn at the shoulder from the physical exertion, exposing her pale skin.

When did Violetta get that smart? How dare she use the internal compliance network to defend another man. For months, she sat at the edge of my dinner parties, quiet, compliant, and beautifully invisible, nodding politely while my associates discussed multi-million-dollar asset liquidation. She was supposed to be a broken pawn, isolated and desperate after walking out on our marriage. Instead, she is operating like a master, destroying a highly sophisticated, multi-million-dollar operational trap in less than one business hour just to keep Caleb's pathetic street-level family business breathing.

The kind that comes when every layer of deception is stripped away in an instant and a man is forced, finally, to see what has been in front of him the entire time. He saw me. Not the monster Lily had built. Not the unstable ex-wife. Not the caricature. Me. Alice. The woman he had married. The woman he had failed. The pregnant woman who was hanging from a rusting cable with a bomb on her chest because he had been too weak and too blind and too proud to see what was happening.

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

he repeated calmly. The silence that followed was deafening, then the whispers started. At first they were quiet. Then they grew louder. "Oh my God..." "Did he just say wife?" "The mute secretary is his wife?" "Since when?" "Why would he hide her all these years?" Several guests were openly staring now. Even the reporters looked excited. Phones were already being pulled out. Cameras were quietly turning in our direction. Cassia's face was slowly losing color. Mrs. Vale looked completely blindsided.

And I don't recognize myself. Disheveled hair. Red eyes with deep dark circles. I look like a stranger. A stranger who has been soiled. Disfigured by blows of indifference and betrayal. I walk past our bedroom. The door is ajar. I glance in. My sister sleeps, naked, on top of my husband. He still wears his wedding ring. She still has my perfume on her skin. They sleep. They almost laugh in their sleep. They are so peaceful. And I am the ghost.

He had seen it before, many years ago, in a man who wore a crown and called what he felt devotion. His father had looked at his mother that way. Not with tenderness. With need. The consuming kind, the kind that devoured the object it fixated on until the object chose annihilation over another year of being possessed. Aaron Ashbourne had forced the turn on his human wife because he could not accept that she would age, weaken, and leave him. He called it preservation. She called it a cage. She walked into the sunlight twenty years later and did not look back. Elias had killed his father for that.