The Wife He Never Knew Novels & Stories

An unknown number. "Dr. Caine? This is St. Mary's Emergency. We have your wife here." My heart stopped. "What?" "She collapsed. A friend brought her in. You're listed as her emergency contact." I didn't remember the drive to the hospital. One moment I was in my penthouse, the next I was striding through St. Mary's ER, still in my expensive suit, demanding to see her. "Mr. Caine?" A young ER doctor approached. "Your wife is stable. She fainted, likely from dehydration and stress."

“She’s my wife.” Silence! Dead silence. His mother blinked. “Your… what?” “My wife,” he repeated, firmer this time. Her lips parted slightly. “But… you said you got married, yes… but you never showed us who. You never told us her name, we didn’t know what she looked like…” She looked at me again, this time with a completely different expression. “Drego is the one who has been talking about Elena and even sent us her picture once.” My heart dropped. I could feel the room spinning.

I guess that’s why he’s never seen with his wife. ‘Pretty sure that was a lie. No one has ever seen him with the supposed wife @ire_goal_’ I could understand why they would say things like this because truthfully, I was never seen with him. Jace never even acknowledged me in public. I was as good as fake. Only a handful of people knew he was even married to me and I was very much real.

He had simply been too broken, too afraid to recognize it. When I see her, I'll tell her everything. I've learned who she is her books, her diary, her parents' names, the flowers on their grave. I'll tell her I want to try again. That if she gives me a chance, I will spend the rest of my life being the husband I should have been. He didn't know that in a Brisbane hospital, his wife was being wheeled into emergency surgery. He didn't know that a team of doctors was fighting to save her life and the lives of two children he didn't know existed.

“Don't you feel ashamed? You were married to that woman, yet you never knew her well enough to recognize her when she returned. Her full name was Shirley Evelyn Miller. Even if her face had changed beyond recognition, you should have known who she was. You should have remembered her name, her mannerisms, the things she cared about. You should have known your own wife.” Damien's shoulders slumped. He had no defence. Every word his father spoke brought back another memory of the woman he had failed to understand. He had known her as his wife, yet he had never bothered to learn who she was beyond the role he expected her to play. Theodore's voice grew heavier. “You wanted to question me, but be

He didn’t know as he lay there in the dark beside a wife who had recently started asking questions he didn’t have honest answers for. Three states away, a woman he still couldn’t stop thinking about was building a life of her own, he knew nothing about it, she was raising a child they had never even discussed having, doing it with nothing but her stubbornness and quiet courage, in a city whose name he had never even heard. He simply lay there, awake long after Sloane's breathing evened out beside him, carrying an ache he refused to name, in a marriage that felt, more each week, like a room he'd walked into and couldn't quite figure out how to leave.

The word tasted like dust. “Rule four…” She paused. Her disgust was subtle but there—in the way her nose wrinkled, in the way she took a small step back like I might contaminate her. “You never dig into my life. Never. Not my son. Not my marriage. Not what happened after you. You don’t ask. You don’t investigate. You don’t think about it. Say it back to me.” I blinked. “What?” “Say it. Three times,” her voice was ice. “So it sinks into your brain and you never forget.”

O ang best friend kong mas interesado sa bank account ng asawa ko kaysa sa marriage mystery. "Girl," sabi niya habang nakanganga pa rin sa laptop. "Kung ako ikaw, hindi muna ako magpapanic." Tinignan ko siya nang masama. "Talaga?" "Oo." "May asawa akong hindi ko kilala." "Pero may private island siya." Tinampal ko ang braso niya. Napatawa siya nang malakas. Pero mabilis ding nawala ang ngiti niya nang mapansin ang mukha ko.

Everyone in Doverton's elite social circle knows that the heiress of the Salt family, Katrina Salt, always puts her lovers first, while her husband comes second. On New Year's Eve, she spends hundreds of millions of dollars buying a private island just to make her new lover, Eason Cooper, smile. When gossip reporters catch up with her, they ask what extravagant New Year's gift she has prepared for me, her faithful husband who is waiting at home. Her lips still swollen and red, she grins callously and says, "I'll reward him by sleeping with my lover. It's not like this is the first time." The remark causes an uproar, but no one is surprised. That night, the scions secretly start a bettin

Before tossing my wife's jacket in the wash, I checked the pockets and found a bill for maintenance fees. The address was for the apartment directly above ours. My wife, Teresa Payne, was listed as the owner. I stood there gripping the bill, my fingers going cold. For the past six months, she always seemed to be working late, often not coming home until well after dark. More than once, I noticed her car in the garage long after she left for work. Whenever I asked, she would say, "Gas is so expensive now. It's easier to just take the subway. Besides, it saves us a little money." I actually appreciated her watching our spending. Now, it all made sense. On those nights she claimed to be