The Stepford Wives Audiobook Novels & Stories

There was no drained college fund, no second lien, no financial audit, no courtroom, no lies. There was just a lonely, long-suffering husband and a ruthlessly ambitious wife. I set my phone face-down on the desk. It was an impressive piece of fiction. If I hadn't lived through the absolute hell of the truth, I might have believed it myself. --- The hospital parking lot and the main lobby looked exactly as they always had. Doctors hurried toward the entrance carrying cardboard coffee cups, night-shift nurses exchanged exhausted stories by the elevators, and patients moved slowly through the revolving glass doors. The air smelled of industrial bleach and rain. Nothing had physically changed.

I said with my shaking voice. I gathered the strength to step my feet away from the door but I leaned even harder on it when he raised one hand to lock me up eventually. "I will do that later," he said with a soft tone of voice. I stiffen my spine, and even my knees tremble. I don’t understand why we ended up like this. This cannot be done. He is married, and even though I am his real wife it is still not right because I am still a stranger in front of him.

Austin’s voice says waking me up slightly, I look over at him sitting up straight so I wouldn’t fall asleep. Before too long, we were driving up to the gates of Markus’s house. Once we stop, I spot Jacob and his partner walking over to the car. As like before, Jacob goes to my door while his partner goes to Austin’s. I open my window as Jacob hands me the clipboard again, at the top was a different note telling me to give him the earpiece back. I nod my head with a smile signing my name, before I had time to move Jacob takes the earpiece out of my ear.

My fist rams into his face, rocking his head backwards into the wood. “Is that all you've got?” He smirks through the crimson shooting down his nose. “Oh, I've got more, father. So much more.” My fist draws back again, bruised but not broken. Not yet. “What's going on in there!” Sloane’s voice shakes on the other side, knuckles rapping against the door. “You want to…tell your wife how good you fucked your stepsister?” his breath rattles. “Does it match up to the way you fucked her?”

But, after my stepfather fell into dementia, my stepbrother fired the few hands we had so he wouldn't have to pay their wages. I slipped between the soft sheets and relaxed onto the fluffy pillow. My thoughts drifted pleasantly along. I figured I would fall right to sleep. It proved more difficult than I anticipated. Gregor's masculine scent was fresh upon the sheets, and it left me....disconcerted. I was finally about to drift off when I heard the distinct howl of a wolf. I jolted upright. It sounded like it was right outside.

His gaze made me feel more pathetic. “Wow, wow,” I said in a whisper, still staring in shock. Her face softened with guilt. “I’m sorry, baby. It’s just—” I let out a dry chuckle. “That’s all I’ve been to you, A baby?” I chewed my inner cheek. “Well, wanna hear something fun?” I said, forcing a smile. “Your baby and your precious stepson here had the—” “Your husband was a good man.” His voice echoed in my ears. “He didn’t deserve to die like that.”

Ford's earlier arrogance was completely gone, yet he still refused to give up, instinctively searching for Sonya in the crowd. "Which nurse? What did she say?" Isaiah demanded sharply. "Say it to everyone's face. Whispering behind people's backs and stirring things up is a coward's move." Isaiah's expression was terrifyingly dark. His gaze swept over the crowd like a blade before locking onto Sonya, who was trying to shrink away. "Sonya? You again?! I knew something was off earlier. Mr. Stokes, did you hear her say something to you just now?" Ford hesitated.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

"Mr. Anderson, it's been a long time." "It has indeed been a long time," Stephen said ambiguously. "You've changed a lot, Ms. Ford." Changed a lot? Was he implying that she was no longer the Ford family's heiress? That she was only a pitiful woman who had been forced to rely on a man? Seeing the way Jane looked at Stephen stiffly, Cory suddenly felt as if everything was pointless. He let her go and commanded coldly, "Fuck off. The men are talking business. Women are not allowed here."