The Silent Wife Kindle Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gwen has to finish her work silently, without speaking a word. Gwen nods silently. She doesn't have anything to say. Since she got married, she isn't sure who she has even talked to. Her father, her only family, betrayed her before she could ask, "Why?" Her mother is long gone—she said hello to God a long time ago. So, in this world, all she has is her husband, who doesn't call her or talk to her. She doesn't even know if her husband is a good person or a bad one. All she knows is that she isn't allowed to ask about her husband. A hopeless sigh escapes her lips as she wishes to have a good time with the husband who never showed up before her. Maybe he will change her entire fate. She doesn't

I didn’t move an inch. “Do it here, in front of me. She is my wife.” Carla froze, her old eyes snapped to me sharply, lines deepening around them. “Your… wife?” She repeated, disbelief dripping from every syllable. “Alpha Enzo told me that you had picked her as your woman. But wife?” She narrowed her eyes like an experienced healer, an experienced woman, someone who had probably read people since before I was even born. She scanned my face slowly. “Is there something we don’t know, Your Majesty?”

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.

His silence demanded more. I licked my lips and continued. “I know her routines. Where she goes. Who she trusts. Which guards are worth watching. I can give you details no one else has.” Finally, Silas stood up and faced me fully. “And why,” he said, voice low, dangerous, “would you betray your own wife?” “Ex-wife,” I snapped. “And don’t you dare act like you care about my motives. You came here for blood, didn’t you? Don’t pretend otherwise.”

She felt stupid. She felt painfully, painfully alone. And the worst part? Her husband sat beside her like a stone. His silence was permission. His silence was agreement. His silence was betrayal. She pressed her fingers against the table, trying to anchor herself. The edges of her vision shimmered, but she blinked hard, refusing to let a single tear fall here. Not in front of them. Not now. Camilla set down her glass, eyes settling on Sienna like she was something rotten at the bottom of her shoe.

"I recommend admitting Mrs. Sienna to a psychiatric hospital." The world seemed to stop. I stared at her in disbelief. "What?" My voice was barely audible. Even speaking felt impossible. "A psychiatric hospital?" I slowly shook my head. I couldn't accept what I had just heard. No. That couldn't be right. Sienna wasn't insane. She was simply a mother who had lost her child. She had only loved Noah too deeply. How had things come to this? Pain spread through my chest. Every breath became heavier. I looked at my wife. She had once been so strong.

I cried and felt blurry for some time, while trying to move out I mistakenly hit a glass vase, this startled them. "Babe come back, it's nothing". Charlotte said, but Andrew didn't listen and by the time he got to the door, I had left , with my heart broken into a million pieces. How did I get here? It seems everything and everyone had a vendetta against me. What was my offense exactly, I have seen mute people leave a more fulfilling life than I will ever dream of. Out of nowhere, a man came calling after me. Like he knew me, but he looked old, very old for me, I took to my heels, running through the hallways of the hotel after he tried pressing his lips against mine, trying to ensure that I

Thunder POV I can feel my wife’s resentment with every word she utters, but it's okay for her to express all her thoughts to me. I'm happy that she finally agreed that we can talk so that after that we will be fine. "Oh, why are you silent? You're annoying me!" she said and at the same time staring at me. I don’t understand this habit of my wife now. I don’t see her as the former Jewel and I see her now as a brave and resilient woman.

No matter if it was her looks, figure, or status, she was in no way comparable to me. And yet, I had still lost to her. During the past three years that I was married to Chandler, we had had countless fights that led to the silent treatment. Even so, he had never once been the one to try to reconcile with me first. I had assumed he was just that cold and indifferent by nature, that he was the same to everyone. It was only today that I discovered that wasn't the truth. He was entirely capable of smiling with such doting affection. He didn't like the feeling of being ignored, and he knew that he had to set aside his pride to make a woman happy.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.