The Silent Wife Kindle Novels & Stories

She spoke with her head lowered, face soft and pitiful. But beneath that gentle exterior, her eyes gleamed with calculation. Her words, however, were considerate and selfless. Benjamin stroked her hand, his heart softening further. The more he thought about how Nissa dared to pull such a dirty trick to frame Charlotte, the more disgusted he felt toward his mute wife. "Don't be afraid," he said. "I'll stand up for you. I'll make her kneel and apologize." Two days later, with Charlotte's mood stabilized, Benjamin returned home.

And the world didn’t know. The ride back home was silent .It seems her husband wasn't one for talking .She sighed knowing her marriage wasn't starting really well.She sighed again.She supposed she had to follow Gerald's advice and resign to her fate.She had to make the best out of her situation.She would try to be a good wife if he would also try.They had to talk if they were to work and when was the best time if not now in a silent vehicle. She cleared her throat, sneaking a peek as he sat beside her.His eyes were closed and his head rested back on the headrest of his seat.He looked totally gorgeous even from his side view with his Roman nose and full lips.

It was then I noticed that idiot making a pass at my so called wife and that damn stupid woman seemed to be enjoying it from where I stood and could see them. There was no way she was going to ruin this for me. Not after I've reached this far and so close to getting what I want. I kindly excused myself before walking to Joel and my wife who went by the name of Sierra. Her tastes were even more pathetic when it came to choosing men. Seriously? My useless brother of all people who couldn't keep his thing erect. I really had a dumb wife. No wonder dad chose her to be my wife.

Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard. One other thing is I love Kira with all my heart I wouldn’t trade my daughter for anything. She’s the light in the darkness. She is all my entire heart, well half my heart belongs to her father, though I’d never admit it. He smiles. “That wasn’t what I meant. A buddy of mine was speaking about his wife, how when we get home from, they plan to start trying for a second baby.” He tells me. I look up at him. “That’s nice…” I say confused.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

The sound of the lock clicking into place shattered whatever hope I had left. He turned around slowly. Predatory. Unblinking. I backed away, bumping into the dresser behind me. "Axel," I whispered, tears welling in my eyes. “I’m your wife… Your wife. You’re hurting me, you’re scaring me. I’m pregnant—with our child. You need to snap out of this.” No response. Just his chest rising and falling, and the room growing smaller. "I love you," I said through sobs, "you love me. Please remember who you are—please come back to me. I’m so tired, I’m so scared—”

If Julian and his family hadn't turned it into this, this performance, this transaction, she probably would have agreed on her own. "I don't have the time. You clearly have the money. Hire a private nurse." She turned and walked away. Behind her, Diane's voice rang down the corridor, indignant. "Does that woman ever listen to a single word said to her? This family must be cursed eight lifetimes over to end up with a wife this heartless!" Eleanor didn't turn around, just walked faster, unaware Julian had started after her. He was a few strides from catching up when he stopped short.

"Your Honor, we were acting on the information provided by our client—" "Silence," Judge Abernathy snaps, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. She turns her gaze directly onto Mark. "The evidence submitted by Pierre is indisputable. Not only did you systematically pay off your own employee, Gideon, to illegally stalk your wife and manipulate photographs to create a fraudulent narrative, but we have a signed, notarized confession from Violetta’s own mother detailing a long-standing affair funded directly by the marital estate."

After we signed, she couldn't resist one last jab. "Kyle, from now on, I'm your boss's wife. First day at the company, I'm firing you. And this?" She waved a villa's property deed in my face. "That's a luxury villa in a gated community—mine. Look at you. No money, no talent, nothing. Being with you these past few years was torture." I just smiled as she flaunted the deed. She thought it was real. It wasn't—just a fake Fay had mailed her.

"Miss Sasha, forgive me for lying to you for the first time, but I did all this for you." ***San Diego Province Building A008 came from Adam's voice. "Smack!" "Slut, I said that Imelda's illness is getting worse and worse; it turns out that you are the ghost behind your back!" "I'm just such a son, how dare you? How dare you! A middle-aged woman with yellow hair was knocked to the ground, covering half of her face and covered in bruises. This woman is none other than Adam's wife Ivy. Some time ago, Adam's son Imelda suddenly fell ill.