روايات وقصص ضمن The Silent Wife Drama

Silvio grunted distastefully. Silas scoffed, stepping through the shadows. Silvio noticed a gun in his hand. “She was never yours to begin with.” Silas muttered. Silvio took a threatening step forward, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Yeah? Trying saying that again. Cause now she is my wife.”

Today, I wake up early in the morning because I have a plan with Jack, but I decided to go to him after having breakfast with my WIFE, I am trying to figure out why she agrees to marry me, Since last week she is giving me the silent treatment, it's not like that we had a conversation before, but before she always welcoming me with a warm and cheerful smile. But now she just avoids looking at my face or fake smile, which is not fitting in me, I don't know why her behavior starts bothering me, I don't know why it's irritating me, I want to know her after her song, but now it looks like I messed up truly Hard time. Walking downstairs I walked directly to the dining area to see my wife, but to m

She was going to use all she got to save her people. When her husband got home, she was sweet to him as they bathed together. After leaving the bathroom. She told her husband about it. At first she expected her husband to swing into action and do the needful but he did the opposite. When She further begged, she was met with silence. She had learnt on time, that silence meant consent.

Birthdays, arguments, and the sound of her mother singing softly while cooking dinner late at night. The memories followed her all the way to the front door. Eventually, Selena pushed it open and stepped inside. Voices drifted faintly from the living room. Then she saw them. Sophia lounged comfortably across the sofa wearing silk loungewear with designer heels dangling carelessly from one foot. Beside her sat her husband, Ethan Carter, one arm stretched lazily along the back of the couch while the other scrolled through messages on his phone. The sight twisted something sharp inside Selena’s chest.

Her eyes went wide as she watched Bianca scream in agony. Once Bianca was completely escorted out of the building, the guards finally allowed the wife to sit down at the visitation center. Her husband was brought back out in handcuffs, still breathing heavily and deeply irritated. "What are you doing here again?" he snapped into the phone receiver. "I told you to stop coming back every week!" The wife picked up her receiver, her voice trembling. "I saw her... why don't you tell everyone the truth?" she muttered, leaning forward against the glass. "Why are you still choosing to stay silent after four long years?"

"Not when it came to you." The words hung between us, heavy with meaning I wasn't ready to unpack. "Where are you?" I asked. "Outside the restaurant. Watching your husband have dinner with another woman while you sit alone." A pause. "Come see for yourself, Aria. Stop letting him make you invisible." I looked at the files one more time, then at my wedding ring, a platinum band that had never felt like anything but a shackle. "Send me the address," I said.

Silent eyes. One of them stepped in front of me the second I got out. “Stop there.” I lifted my chin. His expression didn’t change. “State your business.” I was opening my mouth to introduce myself when a familiar voice cut in. “Back off.” Silas. He came down the short stairs toward us, all dark clothes and controlled irritation. He didn’t even look at the guard when he said, “She is boss’s wife.” The man straightened immediately. “My apologies, madam.”

"President! This girl is lying! She says she is the mother of—" "It is the truth," Silas shouted. He stood up from his desk. "She is my wife. Now, get out of my office right now!" The woman looked at me with a very mean face. She looked like she wanted to hit me. But she saw that Silas was very angry. She turned around and walked out of the office. She slammed the door behind her. "Wife! You are here! Do you want to eat lunch with us?" Silas asked. He was trying to act like everything was normal.

I scowled, she nodded and picked up her purse, rushing away without saying a word to Silas. When I was sure she had left, I took over the seat she had vacated, I leaned forward and placed my hands on the table, holding Silas's gaze. "Silas Delacruz, this is a new low even for you. You're going after a married woman, you're going after my wife. It's like you don't value your life." Silas moved closer as well and gave me a self-satisfied smirk. "Judah, your wife and I are just friends, nothing is going on, just as she said. You see very worried, are you scared that your wife will fall in love with me?"