The Silent Wife Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Elena walked back into the ballroom with Damian’s hand resting against the curve of her spine, and every face turned towards them. It was strange, how quiet a room could become without ever truly falling silent. The music still played. Glasses still touched lips. Silk still whispered as women leaned towards one another, hungry for gossip. But beneath all of it, Elena felt the shift. The bride had returned. The ring was back on her finger. And her husband looked as though he had just won something.

The kind of silence that pressed on your chest instead of calming you. Sylvia was in the sitting room. She sat on the couch with her legs crossed, a small tray in front of her. Bottles of nail polish were spread out like tools. She was filing one nail carefully, her expression focused, detached. The smell of acetone hung in the air. I paused at the doorway, watching her. This woman was my wife. At least, on paper. She didn’t look up when I entered. Didn’t smile. Didn’t ask how my day was. She hadn’t done any of that in a long time.

"You walked away. Which means you finally figured out what actually matters." "I figured out too late," Silas said. "That's not the same as actually understanding." Julian was quiet for a moment. Then: "She's something, isn't she? Your wife. The way she moves through the boardroom like she owns it. The way every single investor in that room hangs on her next word." Silas felt something violent surge through his chest. He stood up abruptly, his hand clenching into a fist. "Don't," he said quietly. "Don't even look at her like that."

Cassian said, sounding completely bored, as if he had been expecting the call. "You are a disgusting coward," Selene spat into the phone, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. "You think you can buy my company? You think you can buy me?" Cassian chuckled before speaking. "I didn't buy your company, El. I invested in a promising gallery. I told you before, you are still my wife for the next six months, if you’re going to stand next to another man in public, I will be right there to remind him who you belong to."

"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching me?"

Sandi, meanwhile, did not mutter anything. One by one, the residents who had enlivened the village hall began to withdraw. Until now all that remained were Feby, Sandi, and the person the man had called earlier. “Unplug, Wan! Hurry up!” screamed Sandi who began to take long steps to leave the place. Her friend followed in slow motion. “Bro, you want to leave your new wife behind, huh?” “I don't care.” Feby, who also heard the sentence, sighed softly. Then inhale as much air as possible to clear his heart.

In Viktor’s eyes, neither of them did. The man came in through the back door, looking surprised to see me. I didn’t give him a chance to speak. I moved fast, my hands steady as I pulled the silenced gun from my jacket and aimed it at his chest. I watched the life leave his eyes in the same cold, detached way I had been taught. The wife screamed. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. As I left the house, the guilt started creeping in, slow and insidious. The daughter’s sobs echoed in my mind.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.