The Wife He Didn't See Novels & Stories

"Poor thing, covered in blood, and not a single family member or husband in sight." No wonder he had not mourned the loss of our child. He already had a new baby on the way with another woman. The truth cut deeper than any blade, threatening to tear me apart. Seeing my dazed expression, William frowned and questioned me, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy about Emily's pregnancy?" Did my husband really expect me to smile and congratulate him and another woman on their child? Helen tugged at William's sleeve and whispered, "She had just lost her baby—"

At the time, I actually thought I heard wrong. “What?” “I need a wife,” he said. Not I want you, not I care about you, not I was falling for you, just that. I need a wife. I should have walked away right there. But then he looked at me and said, “I trust you.” And somehow, that was worse. Because Damien Blackwood was not a man who trusted easily. So I believed it meant something. I let my heart be foolish. I let hope grow where it should never have been planted.

“We would need your wife's details." He swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly, not because he'd forgotten how to use a pen, but because he didn't have his wife's number by heart. Valeria and the nurse stood each one beside him, watching and waiting. " Well, I…,” he stammered. He didn't know what excuse to give, and he didn't want to look like a terrible husband. The nurse seemed to be running out of patients. "I understand you're still in shock, maybe your assistant here can help you search for your wife's number in your phone.

She walked straight to her room and slammed the door. For the first time, something about her made me uneasy, and the more she behaved like this, the more it seemed like everything in my life was beginning to fall apart.“Mary,” I called out. The maid I hired rushed in immediately. “Yes, sir.” “I want you to keep an eye on my wife,” I said. “I want to know her movements and everything she does.” “Sir… I’m sorry, but Mrs Lysandra has been different lately. I’m scared she might kill me if she finds out.”She said, fear flashing across her face.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

His hand was on the woman’s shoulder and he was looking at the baby with an expression she had never once seen on his face in nine years of marriage. He looked present. He looked like he was actually there. She looked at the date printed in the corner of the photograph. She counted backwards. Then she counted again because the first count could not be right. Mac saw her face change. “What is it.” She turned the laptop toward him. He looked at the photograph. At Marshall. At the date. She watched him do the calculation she had just done. He looked up at her. “That’s four years before you married him,” he said.

You are drowning in your own ocean of miseries, Searching for helping hands. If only you knew that the only hand you can trust is the one at the end of your own arm. ................................................... His foot was tapping on the floor consistently as his hands were intermingled in worry. Worrying gaze checking the main door for her entrance any second. "Sir your wife was seen in the head building of WV Chemicals" "Sir she just left from here in a broken state"

And that's how he came here. When he saw her dancing crazily, he lost his temper. He waited for her but seeing her he could not move for some time. His wife did not like partying, let alone going to a beach party all alone. And the girl he saw was not wearing anything related to a married woman. 'I must find out what is going on! Someone is behind all of this shit!!!' He squeezed the coffee cup in resentment.

He is sure that his wife will be happy when she saw what he found. “Ahh! Let me go!” “No! I won’t stop until you can’t even be recognized by your parents!” He dashed into the place where he heard the voices, but he was taken aback by what he saw. His wife was on top of someone while slapping it left and right. He slightly panicked but when he saw that her wife have the upper hand, he just adjusted his grip on the kitchen and silently stand on the corner. He didn’t know what happen but he doesn’t have an intention to stop his wife. Not when he’s seeing how happy she was while slapping the unidentified woman beneath her.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”