The Invisible Wife Turned Savage 소설 & 이야기

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.

But no, she won’t spoil her makeup because of a sick man. “To the man who showed me most movie characters portrayed as being invisible were real…” she shook her head. “Can y’all believe I gained superpowers in my own home? I became invisible to my husband. He could see other women and hold them closely, but if he did the same to me, his hand wouldn’t get through my body.” Sebastian’s jaw tightened from where he stood, and Erica’s fists clenched, her body shaking with immense anger, like if she had a gun, she wouldn’t think twice before shooting Siena dead.

Eventually, she latched onto an older, rich man as his mistress. Her luck ran out fast. The guy's wife didn't play. She had Alice disfigured and tossed aside. No money, no safety net. Alice died sick, alone, and forgotten. In just one year, everything flipped. Lucia's life was finally her own. No chains, no shadows. The sky was wide. The sea, endless. And she was just getting started.

And she'd been in my office for three months. Working for me. Fixing the company she'd built. Looking at me with those cold eyes that used to look at me with love. She'd been right there. How could I not have recognized her? Because I'd never really looked at her. Not when we were married. Not when I divorced her. Not ever. She'd been invisible to me. Isla. My first wife. The woman I'd married out of obligation and divorced without remorse. She'd been nothing to me then.

"It's not that we are taking away your rights in this mansion. We are only after what is better for all of us." I felt all my blood rushed to my face. My breathing went rugged. For me, she is invisible, a person that's not deserving of attention, yet I heard her aggravating voice. "Am I hearing my heels talking? Or it's the holy Mary who happened to be . . . " I looked at her with disgusted face, "you?" "Heather," my father warned yet it didn't move me a bit.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

I look at Abe and notice his eyes are turning black. "What is going on with him?" Trip asks. The front door opens, and the older woman comes into the house. "Get out of my husband, RAINWATER!" the old woman screams. Trip and I jump to our feet, growling and ready to fight for our lives. A large black wolf appears in the kitchen. The older woman runs toward the wolf and begins to kill it with her bare hands as Trip and I stand in shock. She then turns her attention to her husband. She grabs the knife off of the table and stabs her husband. He falls to the floor as his eyes return to crystal blue.