The Wife He Didn't See Novels & Stories

I stood there, frozen and unsure of my next move. It didn't seem like he had any knowledge of my wife’s whereabouts, and I couldn’t fathom why he would be involved in any way. “Are you absolutely certain you don’t know where my wife is?” I pressed, needing to be absolutely sure before I could rule him out as a suspect. He looked me straight in the eye, and I could see no hint of deception in his gaze. “Would you like me to repeat myself, in case I wasn’t clear the first time?” he said, staggering into the house. “I don’t know where your wife is.” He left me standing there, my mind reeling and my heart sinking. I didn’t know what to do next, or how to find my wife. I felt lost and helpless, l

"Are you seriously going to pretend like you didn't see me?'. Daisy stood up from where she was seated and placed her hands around her waist, staring seriously at Viggo who wanted to ignore her existence and made his way quietly up the stairs. However, he stop, when Daisy talked to him. He couldn't continue, because he knew for a fact that she was going to follow him , till he answered her. Not in the mood for all that, he had to stop. "The last time I checked, we didn't sign an agreement that I'm going to talk to you always or act like I see you". He shrugged truthfully. They never signed such an agreement, so what then did she get from him?. "Exactly! We didn't sign one. So that's not eno

He doesn't want anyone to know about the pain he's feeling, sometimes he's numb and can't eat properly, sometimes he thinks of cutting his wrist but every time he stresses, he thinks of his children, so he can only use the crutch blade he. She got up and her husband was gone so she got dressed to follow him and when she got to the company with her husband she entered the opposite coffee bar and took a place where she couldn't be seen and because the coffee bar was transparent xiana could see her and enter and going out of his company until the lunch break passed, he noticed the woman he saw before who was with kino, he suddenly trembled when she entered the car with his wife and later he saw

“Please.” She threw her head back, blinking the tears back amidst chuckles. “Okay. For that heartfelt plea, I won’t. I know it almost cost you your liver to say it. Wouldn’t want to ruin my makeup either.” “I’ll get you up to speed, but first, come, let me introduce you to Rosa, my wife. She’ll be waiting.” When we walked back to the table where my wife was meant to be waiting, she was nowhere to be found. ****

“Or better—don’t let him get close enough to open it.” She shook her head, half angry, half tired. “You make it sound simple. But it’s not. He was my husband.” “Exactly,” Zipper muttered. “That’s why he knows exactly where to cut.” Silence pressed in. Her heartbeat thudded too loud in her chest. “You don’t get it,” she whispered. “Part of me still—” She cut herself off, clamping her teeth together. “Still what?” His voice softened now, curiosity laced with something else.

His face went through a sickening transformation…from anger to confusion, and finally to a blank, hollow mask of total devastation. He didn't just see them. He saw everything. He saw his wife…the woman he had built a fifteen-year "perfect" life with…bent at the edge of a bed, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her eyes rolled back in a half-conscious state of ecstasy. He saw her bare, trembling legs hooked around the waist of a boy half his age. And he saw Luca. Luca didn't pull out. In a final, defiant act of possession, he delivered three more heavy, guttural thrusts right in front of Richard, his eyes locked on the husband’s face.

"There's a storage unit. Code is 4729. Inside, you'll find everything you need to know about Jason Hartley, Violet Brown, and why your marriage was never what you thought it was." "How do I know this isn't a trap?" "Because if I wanted to hurt you, Aria, I've had two years and a thousand opportunities." His voice softened slightly. "I'm not your enemy. I'm the only person who's been watching out for you while your husband forgot you existed." "Why? Why would you do that?" Silence stretched between us. Then: "Because I saw you at your wedding. I saw the way you looked at him, like he was your whole world. And I saw the way he looked past you, like you were already a ghost."

That was all. Right? But her heart… Her heart wasn’t so sure. She watched the way his jaw clenched, how his fists tightened at his sides, how his gaze never left her form—reading her, deciphering every discomfort etched in her expression. And somehow, even though she hadn’t said a single word… he knew. He saw her. You better be sorry," he snapped again, cutting through the silence like a whip. "Because I won’t tolerate any nonsense when it comes to my wife."

“All those years, I thought I had lost my wife in that accident. I grieved for her, I spent fourteen years believing she was gone, and now I’m finding out she had been lying to me long before she disappeared.” He shook his head, disbelief settling over his features. “She was having an affair with my best friend, June, and I never suspected a thing.” His fingers trembled around mine. “I don’t understand how she could look me in the eye every day, knowing what she was doing. How could she come home to me, share my bed, smile at me, and pretend everything was fine?” He stopped, his lips parting as another realisation seemed to strike him. “I was so caught up in that company that I didn’t see an

She inhaled slowly, then exhaled. This was marriage, Blackmere-style. No spectacle. No witnesses that mattered. No congratulations from anyone who loved her. The wedding no one saw. And for the first time since signing her name, Elara understood the strangest part of it all: The contract hadn’t been the coldest thing. The silence was.