The Silent Wife Kindle Novels & Stories

It always did when I was close to him. I sat perfectly still, hands folded on my lap like a proper wife. I didn’t look at him, but I felt him. I always did. His presence crawled over my skin like static, warm and cold at the same time. My body ached to touch him. Or be touched by him. But Elias wanted nothing to do with a deaf wife. He never had. Outside, city lights smeared against the tinted windows, blurry streaks of gold and white. My reflection stared back at me, eyes too tired for someone my age, mouth pressed in a straight line, trying not to shake.

To this life. To forever. The moment the heavy wooden door of the honeymoon suite closed behind us with a soft click, I felt Justin’s hand gently graze mine, intertwining our fingers as if claiming me—again, this time as his wife. Our eyes locked. He smiled—no, smirked—as if he already knew the thousand thoughts running in my head. His voice dropped into that deep, velvet tone that never failed to make my knees weak. “Mrs. Smith-Montemayor,” he whispered, pulling me closer until I was pressed against his chest. “That sounds dangerously sexy.”

Silas stood aside. Fia looked at Silas’s direction, but she still got it wrong. “Aren’t you going to eat, Silas?” Silas looked at her blank eyes and stared at the location about a meter away, and felt somewhat bad. She was the wife of a CEO, but she was never treated as one during her few years of marriage. And now, she was even blind. “I’ve eaten.” Seeing that he wasn’t in a rush to leave, she asked, “You have other business being here?”

"Clara... yes, Clara..." He wasn't kissing me. He was kissing someone else entirely. His hands moved across my body, but his mind was somewhere else, with someone else. My sister. I lay beneath him in complete silence, my eyes open in the darkness, staring at nothing. His weight was on top of me, but I felt completely invisible. He finished quickly, rolled away from me, and passed out almost immediately. I lay there in the darkness, not moving, barely breathing. He'd called out another woman's name on our wedding night or was he just mistaking me for Clara?

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.”

“Don't you feel ashamed? You were married to that woman, yet you never knew her well enough to recognize her when she returned. Her full name was Shirley Evelyn Miller. Even if her face had changed beyond recognition, you should have known who she was. You should have remembered her name, her mannerisms, the things she cared about. You should have known your own wife.” Damien's shoulders slumped. He had no defence. Every word his father spoke brought back another memory of the woman he had failed to understand. He had known her as his wife, yet he had never bothered to learn who she was beyond the role he expected her to play. Theodore's voice grew heavier. “You wanted to question me, but be

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

Ace rubbed his face roughly, his eyes staring blankly at the door that had just slammed shut right in front of him. Failed! That was the only word that could describe his current situation. He had failed to persuade Sierra, only to have his wife drag him out of the room violently. She slammed the door right in his face without saying a word. Sierra stayed mute after Ace uttered many words of coaxing that she had never heard from him before. He had thought that her silence was a good sign, but he was wrong. On the contrary, his wife was even more intimidating when she was so quiet. “What a bad kitty!” He snorted before finally leaving Sierra’s room.

“Oh no, you don’t get to play silent right now. You don’t get to dominate and disappear when it’s convenient. You fucked me. On the floor. Against the wall. Folded me in half like a fucking paper doll. You told me to take it. And I did. I gave you everything. And now I’m standing here looking at this woman—this woman in pearls and silk and grace—and I’m asking myself what the fuck I am to you. Because I don’t wear pearls. I wear pigtails and lip gloss and call you Daddy while you fuck the sanity out of me.” My chest was heaving. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted salt. “So tell me, Damon. Where is she? Where the fuck is your wife? Because this photo—this perfectly preserved, p

You hurt a woman for years… then call her bitter when she finally opens her mouth. Tell me something: Are you married? Is your wife allowed to feel? Or just perform? Say what you want. But don’t confuse being quiet for being guilty. I was silent for too long. This is me, finally making noise. Goodnight.” What? This was it? Everything?? No angry lash out or calling me out? How?! And most of all, “What did she mean by ‘men like you’?” Where did that come from? And what the hell does it have to do with me?