The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

When I saw that they were inside, my eyes did not leave this man. “You should realize that you don’t deserve Sandra.” I scoffed. “And you think you do? A stalker like you?” I stepped forward and grabbed his collar. “You might have already gone crazy.” He lunged toward my face, and I quickly punched him in return. I was completely consumed by anger. This bastard’s actions couldn’t simply be ignored. He might do something to Cassandra. So I kicked his stomach, forcing him to step back. “Sandra and I were never divorced. She is my wife,” I told him, hoping he would finally come to his senses.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Barry says casually, and I turn to look at him, infuriated. "I'm your wife, remember? Did you suddenly forget that you're married?" I say, shoving my ring in the lady's face, and they both laugh. Are you kidding me right now? "No Violet, I did not forget that I am married." I leave Barry's side and get in-between him and the lady. "Excuse me, I'd like to know what it is you were discussing with my husband." I asked her my anger laced in my voice. She just laughed passed Barry a note and walked away, leaving me flustered, embarrassed and infuriated.

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.

Luther exclaimed in disgust. "Evelyn was knocked down by a car on her way to work, she broke her spine. And the doctor said she would never walk again. I got devastated and drank too much liquor that night. I got home and found our little girl on our bed, I was out of my mind I thought she was Evelyn. I started kissing and hugging her and she screamed out in horror. Her screams attracted our neighbors and they came to her rescue. Thank God I forgot to lock the door after me. That incident changed my life. I can not forgive myself for the assault, the neighbors called her biological Dad and he took her away. I became a drunk ever since." Andrew said taking a deep breath.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Whenever she visited the mansion, she’d cling to Asher’s arm with trembling fingers and apologize for causing problems, while carefully reminding him that I had always envied her. “That’s just how Camille is,” she’d sigh sadly. “She gets attached easily.” Every word strained the distance between me and my husband. And the terrifying part was that Asher believed her. So I stopped trying to defend myself. I learned very quickly that nobody listens to the villain of the story. Instead, I became quiet. I stayed out of Asher’s way, stopped attending public events, and ate alone most nights while tabloids tore apart my reputation online.

"It's been two years. Don't you think something would've taken by now?" 'Two years, huh…' Two years ago, there was the car accident that damaged my eyes. When I opened them again, my vision was never the same. All I could see were blurry shapes. Jared wrapped his arms around her with a smile, his gaze fixed on her stomach. "Vanessa is my wife. She's blind, so I still have to be tactful. But you are my beloved. Why would you be someone lesser?" Regina pouted and punched him softly. "Hmph. You're just saying that to make me happy.

The shocking revelation angered her and the only way to stop Viviana’s evil deeds was to kill her without mercy. From now on, anyone who plans to harm and kill her or any member of her family had better think twice. She will kill them without hesitation. Meanwhile, Alpha Callum could feel Clarice’s presence a few meters away. He glanced at the oak tree but saw no one there. Of course, his powerful wife is in her invisible form right now. He hopes his wife will stay longer in the cemetery. He wants people to go home quickly so he can confront his wife and get a confession from her. It is the only way he can have peace of mind.

Since I can't look, I'll have to use my hearing as if it were my eyes, I concentrate listening to their breathing, or rather my wife's breathing, which is the most important thing here. Her breathing is uneven, let's say even frantic, she seems tired, but she never retreats, she just advances, more and more, until finally... Everything ends. I don't dare look back, I'm afraid of what I might find there, I just keep my ears open for the slightest noise. The people next to me have weird expressions, I'd say they're stunned by something they've seen. oh fuck I turn quickly without even being prepared for the blow I took when I saw my wife with her foot on top of Valkyrie's head, while displayin