The Wife He Didn't See Novels & Stories

“ YOUR WIFE?? ” She yelled in shock as if it was really a big shock to her ears but the fact was she was surprised to see him mentioning someone about his wife. According to her, he hates his wife and feels ashamed of marrying a girl like her that he didn't want anyone to know about his marriage life, then why the hell was he mentioning it to her? “ Mm.. ” He uttered the single word while her eyes widened in surprise as she asked further, “ Why didn't I hear from anyone about your wife? ”

If only Stella could control the words that were coming out of her mouth. He hated hearing her imply repeatedly that Belle was dead. He just wanted to rest, but that doesn’t mean he’s giving up. Maybe Belle has gone away and taken a break too. He would understand. If she comes back, whenever that may be, he would welcome her with open arms. “She’s my wife, Stella. You’re talking ill of my wife. I know she’s somewhere and she will come back to me. So, enough. Just stop.” “I was the one you promised marriage. Don’t you remember? Those words mean nothing to you now?”

“Get in the fucking line. There are plenty of people watching me already.” Finally, he turned and left disgruntled. I laughed, “Amateurs.” Caprio moved closer to the bed. “You okay, boss?” I gestured him closer with two fingers. “Find her,” I ordered. Caprio blinked, trying to process the statement. “Who—” “My wife,” I said flatly. “ She walked out of this hospital and disappeared. She thinks this note is the end of the conversation.” His mouth opened slightly in dismay. “You want us to—”

he pressed. “of course not, I didn’t” Then why hasn’t she come to see him yet? The room was filled with a brooding silence. Other than how she looked, what else could he remember of his wife? Her name... what was her name? The images of her and him from when they were little played in his mind. Her name was maddeningly elusive and at the tip of his tongue, and yet he could not remember. A shame– that a man could not remember his wife’s name…

“No stress, no heavy conversations. Just… healing.” He studied me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “Why is my wife not here?” The question landed like a punch to the chest. I froze. “Your… what?” “My wife,” he repeated, his tone sharper this time. “Amanda. Where is she?” My stomach dropped, the floor tilting beneath me. Amanda. Amanda. The woman who’d left him seven years ago. And she was the first person he remembered. Not me. Not us.

The sudden disappearance of his wife created a deep void in his heart. He went back to his suite and stared at the vast ocean, looking distraught, wondering where Clarice was right now and what happened to her the moment he left her side to buy coffee? He was extremely pissed. Why did the CCTV camera in that area malfunction on the very same day his wife disappeared in the darkness of the night while the ship was sailing? Why, oh why? He sat on the edge of the bed looking miserable, devastated by Clarice's disappearance. She stared at his wife's photo on his phone for a long time. Tears of grief and sadness fell from his eyes straight onto the screen.

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.

She looked up at her husband who didn't seem to notice her. What was so wrong with her that he never fell for her. What was so wrong with her.

“Luna.. My wife.. I saw my dead wife..” She looked lost. I never told her about being a wife before. “Your wife? What wife? Were you ever married? You had a wife?” “I did.. And I saw her.. She, she..” I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I screamed.

He just didn't want to face it. Because the day he married Lucia... Alice tried to end her life. When he got there, she was a wreck, eyes swollen, begging him—no matter what, even if he went through with the marriage, he had to promise he'd never touch Lucia. And Jared? He gave her his word. He always kept his promises. So even after the wedding, no matter how much it tore him up, he kept his distance. Shut Lucia out. Ignored her. Pretended she meant nothing.