The Wife He Didn't See Novels & Stories

“There’s no one there.” “My wife and kids are there. Can’t you see?” The woman looked at how serious he looked, and her smile faded. “Are… Are you joking?” Morrison swirled his wine. “Yes, you can’t see them, and only I can. After my wife jumped off a building, I’ve always been able to see her. Look, she’s glaring at you. I think you should leave. I don’t want her to haunt you tonight.” The woman shuddered and left after calling him crazy.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

Daemon’s eyes shone like demons against Henry’s bloodied face. It has been exactly an hour since they all search for her missing wife but she is nowhere to be found. All the CCTV cameras are magically not working during the interval and there is no eye witness either so he went back to his home just in case but there’s no shadow of Devon. “I told you to keep your eyes to my wife, Henry! Now where is she?! Where is she?!” He threw him to the ground and wiped the sweat on his face. His wife is missing on the first night that he will reveal her to the world. He failed her. He wasn’t able to protect her just like she asked him to.

His amber gaze met his dark gaze. "Take Kattie to her room." He said to his wife. She glanced up at him and nodded when she saw Ivan standing a few steps away from the couch. Biles rose in his throat. He didn't want anyone to see the dread in his eyes that he felt when he saw his wife in trouble. It could be his wife with seven stitches instead of Kattie. "You should rest, Kat." She said as she stood in front of her. "Are you okay?" Kattie asked her.

"No, no. Beatrice won't do that at all. She's a strong woman." I scoffed. "She is a strong woman. You did not know she is hurting so much right now? Did you even look your wife in the eyes or are you buried in the mountains of your work?" I understand that he had a lot to take care of because he was managing his company, but not even sparing a glance at his wife because he was busy. What. The. Fuck. What kind of bullshit was that? His eyebrows formed a straight line. “I don’t understand why you are even here. If you want to look for my wife, she is not here. Go look for her elsewhere.”

His eyes never left her body. She noticed his stare, and became uncomfortable as she began to flaunt her wedding ring stylishly for the man to see it. He saw it, yet his eyes never left her body as he began to have naughty fantasies. "Sweetheart, let's go for latte" His wife spoke but got no response. She looked at her husband to see him drooling at Ramona who kept flaunting her wedding ring stylishly for him to see clearly that she's off the market. His friend tapped him, and he regained himself but it became too late as his wife dished him a slap.

I lower my voice on the last part. "My wife?" I nod. "I thought you saw her the other day..." I mutter a quick "No." Why's he acting surprised? I only saw his sons and Conrad, not his wife. He stands up and leaves, then returns with a picture. Immediately I take the picture, my eyes widen... The same lady... How come?

I have no idea what he was looking for or looking at. He turned and his shadows followed him. His eyes landed on me first. Sharp. Cold. Then they slid to Sloane again. The same pause. The same look that said she was nothing. “This is your wife?” “Yes.” I replied swiftly, the word came out flat, steady. He didn’t offer his hand. Didn’t acknowledge her with more than that one dismissive question. He wasn’t at the wedding. He hasn’t asked of her or even regarded her. What was he expecting? That she wasn’t my wife?

I truly wanted to scream those words in his face, but I forced myself to control my breathing. “Your wife? Wasn’t she already dead? I don’t know who she is.” My blood was still racing fast. I held on, though the result was a terrible pain in my head. “No. I know you are Cassandra. You are Cassandra, my wife!” Unlike before, he didn’t even bother to put on a good face in front of the crowd. His outburst just now drew many eyes. And then I saw a man approaching him, it was Alden, and he was also shocked to see me.

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.