The Wife He Never Knew 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

He raised his palm wiping her cheeks but again tears kissed her soft flesh making him sigh. “Sweetheart.” He mumbled lovingly trying to be as as soft he could be with her. A cracked sob left her throat as she shook her head. “You knew?” She stuttered out staring into his eyes. “Yes.” He replied staring at her with no guilt at all. He was as usual holding a poker face on. Her eyes widened in shock. He knew! All this time he knew that she was his wife yet he never cared to tell her. How can someone be this cruel!

“What’s going on with him? Who is that woman?” Ever since the last family gathering, he used various connections to try to find out who Abel’s wife was, but he did not discover a single clue. The only thing he managed to learn was that Abel was really married. However, all the people who were in the know kept his wife’s identity a secret. When Frank thought about how things had slipped out of his control and how Abel talked back to him repeatedly, he felt uneasy and angry. It had to be because of that woman. He could not spare her.

even though formally to someone. Because deep down we both were aware that he didn't consider me his wife, although not by heart. Was Arnold really married before? He had a wife whom he bought here before me and then where did she go? Why does he never mention that to me? Should I ask him about her?

She'd waited and like always, he'd never showed up. Maybe he will never show up in her life as a husband. She's twenty years old now, she's wiser than when she became his wife at 18 years. She can read the handwriting on the wall, she can predict that he would never be hers. He would never love her,he would forever keep her waiting like the previous evening. She waited for him patiently and he never showed up. She could have died or caught a deadly disease from the effect of the storm, and it would have meant nothing to him.

She’d never said she had siblings, nor had she called anyone who could be over the years we spent married together. I didn’t return to the office to face Healer Amanda, or Amber, or whoever she was. The idea that my wife had been working right in front of my eyes, knowing that I was her husband but hiding her identity from me, sent a shock through my body. For once, I had no idea what to say to her. I walked out of the building and to my car. Healer Amanda was Amanda. Healer Amanda was my wife. Healer Amanda had just discovered a treatment that would change the medical world forever.

Don't ask him where he heard that from, he just knew. He met his wife Nova as a stripper, fell deeply in love, and married her. He didn't mind her background, even going against his mother just to be with her. Nova was like a flower in its blooming stage. When he first saw her, the attraction was instant, and right there at the club where he met her, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But what did he get at the end? A video of her moaning sensually while having sex with his own brother, Eryx.

"Isn't it perfectly normal for him not to know?" Hearing this, Henry felt his worldview had been completely shattered. He was utterly speechless. A married couple where the wife is pregnant but the husband doesn't know—and she's even afraid he'll find out—yet she claims this is perfectly normal? Henry instantly felt this young assistant had some serious issues with her values.

The call didn’t go through. Again. And again. Phone unavailable. Then he remembered the email. The moment he tapped it, his world stopped. The video played. Him and Ella—from the first time they met to yesterday. Every secret meeting. Every lie. Every touch. And the sender? Grace Morgan. His wife. He burst back into the bedroom, fury rolling off him in waves. His voice was low this time—too controlled, too sharp. “You went behind my back,” he said. “You crossed a line you knew better than to touch.”

"He's famously private about his personal life. No one really knows where his wife is." My stomach dropped. "His wife?" "Well, theoretically. I mean, he has a kid, so there must have been a woman at some point. But she's never photographed with him, never at events. The rumors range from divorced to separated to…" she lowered her voice dramatically, "dead." "Dead?"