The Silent Wife Drama Novels & Stories

We were silent for a while and it felt so frightening, hours rode by and we said nothing to each other, he took his bath and got dressed. "so what are you going to do now?, you know I love and adore you, I don't get the reason why you are acting like this. Guess because your husband is far richer and influential than me. Money does change people, I didn't expect yours to be so quick" he said and sighed I remained mute and stared at the window, the cool temperature of the room helped me calm my nerves down. "just get out of my room, I don't need you here anymore" I replied

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

My palms were red from my nails. He looked at them, then looked at me. "Why did you stay silent?" he asked. I couldn't answer. "Why did you let her touch you?" I lowered my head. "You are my wife. You could have been angry. You could have fought back." I remained silent. "But you were silent. You just stood there silent." I cried. He pulled me into his arms.

We talked for another hour and by the time she finished talking I had more on Silas Moretti than Dante had managed to find in two weeks of looking. When the conversation reached a natural end she reached for her bag and I signaled for the bill. "One more thing," I said. She looked at me. "The woman," I said. "She is my wife." Something moved across her face. Quick and complicated. "Your wife?" "She has been spending considerable time at his penthouse," I said as her pale eyes held mine. "She seems to matter to him," I said. "More than the others apparently." Ulla looked at me for a long time without speaking. The hostess brought the bill and I paid it without looking at it and when the hoste

Some slammed fists on the table, others wiped tears from their eyes. The young man’s ears burned hot. His fists dug harder into his palms beneath the tablecloth, nails piercing his skin. A bead of sweat traced down his neck. Still, he kept his head bowed. The insults burned like fire, but worse than the words was the silence beside him. His wife. The woman who once promised to stand by him. The woman who once looked at him with eyes full of love. Tonight, she sat motionless. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her gaze fixed on her plate. She neither defended him nor mocked him. Her silence was a dagger that pierced deeper than their laughter.

The memory of how much she hoped and cried that he would soften towards her, even half of how he was to Joyce, flashed before her, making her heart harden and colder than ever, “Let me go!” She pulled away stronger, taking Silas by surprise, which set her free as she moved out of his reach and said, “I don't owe you an explanation.” A dangerous smile appeared on his face as he stepped even closer, but Dahlia immediately took a step backwards but Silas took another forward until she fell onto a couch. Silas leaned forward, ignoring the fact that there were so many people present with them, and said, “You’re my wife. When I ask a question, you fucking answer it, or I’ll make you answer me. Wou

"You think understanding women is an easy job? I'd rather run through a desert than have to understand another woman again. It took me a very long time to understand my wife, and the process... Wait! I don't want to remember it. It's challenging to make her honest with me. Too much is hidden by women—especially when they're silent." Clay's advice turned into half a complaint, and it certainly didn't bode well for Wolf because Zoe was very silent. Zoe didn't even need to try to be silent. "I just want to know what can make her comfortable. That's it. Why is it so hard?!" Wolf drank his cocktail in frustration. "I have one way. I can't give a definite answer, but this might help you get an ans