Novel & Cerita The Silent Wife Kindle

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

“I’ll go and pack but first, I’ll use your thumbprint from the house security. I don’t need to remind you not to tell anyone about this room?” “I promise. This room is for us only.” He stands. Conversation over. No more words. No warmth. No small moment to remind me I’m still his wife, not just another box to check off before he catches his flight. And the silence fills us again. Not just the room, us. Heavy. Loaded. Maybe even permanent. The kind of silence that doesn’t just settle. It stays. It clings to your skin like humidity. Soaks into your clothes. Makes you itch from the inside out.

I held my gaze on her face and asked softly, “Is it good?” Her hands paused in mid-air. But she didn’t look up at me. She didn’t make a sound to answer me. A short while later, she slowly nodded her head, her eyes still fixed on her fork. I sighed. Her silence was harder to handle than her anger. If she had shouted at me, I would have known how to respond, but when she was quiet like this, building walls around herself, I felt helpless. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to make My Wife happy. I didn’t know how to make My Wife talk to me.

He grins. “I’m not your wife.” I scold him. “You didn’t say no. Silence means consent. You can’t take it back. You’re my wife.” “Really?” So silence means consent. That’s a cool saying. He must be smart to know it. “Yes. So what’s your name?” “Kayla.” I tell him.

"Where my wife.." My eyes pierced directly to hers, I gritted my teeth as I yelled out, but yet again my words only made an awful grin creep up in the side of her damn lips, before laughing out loud...at me as every fucking body kept on remaining completely silent. Their silence, her laughter, my missing wife... Every fucking thing felt so wrong. Worst than any shitty nightmare, this was what hell truly felt like. Looking back at the lunatic woman as I tried controlling my anger, my hands folded tightly as I clenched my fist even more.

She was practically asleep right there, inches away from absolute sin. "S’okay…" she mumbled, barely audible now, fading fast. "Y’don’ love me… s’okay… I… I love you…" And then silence. . I looked right at the door, right through the wood where my wife lay passed out. Then I looked down at Elena, choking on my cock, tears running down her face, eyes rolling back in pure bliss, drool and pre‑cum mixing on her chin. This was sacrilege. This was worse than murder, worse than theft, worse than any sin ever written in any book.

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?”

“What are you doing Skyla.? Are you out of your mind.?! Paul screamed at me tossing the pills into his pockets. “Yes.! I'm out of my mind. And guess what.? The only way i can get back my senses is dying.! I screamed back at him. He sighed deeply and began to say something, but i didn't hear him as the effects of the drugs began to kick in and i fell asleep. The next morning, i woke up with a splitting migraine. I struggled to get out of bed when my door swung open. It was Jason. The husband I've tried so much to hate. “What are you doing here.? After all you've done to me. No apology. Am i even your wife.?! I asked in anger my eyes turning red. He scoffed. “Apology.? I owe you no damned apol

The door closed softly behind him. I stood in the silence of the room for a long moment. Then I walked to the window and looked out at the city. All those lights. All those people. None of them knowing that somewhere in a house with fresh lilies a man was celebrating getting rid of his wife while that wife stood in a hotel room with twelve dollars and a suitcase full of old clothes figuring out what came next. I thought about the locket. I thought about Gloria drawing the curtains. I thought about the way Jason had said Elena is waiting in the car like it was the most natural thing in the world.

They were co-existing in a silence that was louder than any argument they had ever had. Elena stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, her hand resting on the slight, almost imperceptible curve of her stomach. The "Silent Debt" was no longer a secret, but it had become a wall. Julian had bought her sister’s safety, he had bought Silas Vane’s silence, and in doing so, he had bought her. "You’re brooding again," Julian’s voice drifted from the doorway. She didn't turn around. She watched his reflection in the glass—a tall, dark specter in a charcoal suit, loosening his tie as if the very silk were strangling him.