Novel & Cerita The Wife He Never Loved

For three years, we had lived under the same roof, shared the same dining table, same bedroom and yet I didn't know the woman I had married. I had never once heard her talk about her childhood..Never heard stories about old friends, not once had I seen her parents visit the villa. Back then, I had simply assumed she was a private person. Someone who preferred keeping everything to herself. But looking back now...that wasn't the truth. It wasn't that Jennifer never spoke. It was that...I had never cared enough to ask. Images from the past replayed themselves one after another. Amanda ordering Jennifer around as though she were a servant. Vivian accepting Jennifer's sacrifices as though they w

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

"Stop kidding yourself! We got married because of a promise, not love. I thought Elliot couldn't accept you. Turns out, you're the one who couldn't accept him. This is the only way to make it right." Seeing Randall about to lose everything, his parents softened. "For the sake of all these years as a family, forgive him this once. Please." "Yeah, he really does love you." Olivia looked at them, and for a brief second, she thought of Elliot's mom. She had once promised that woman she would take care of Elliot for the rest of her life. She had called her "Mom" and meant it. In the end, she was the one who got her killed. Olivia's voice turned colder. "That's enough. I'm divorcing him. He doesn'

I answered cautiously. “Hello?” A young male voice spoke. “Mrs. Blackwell, my name is Thomas Reed. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” My heart began to race. “Do you know where my son is?” “I know where Daniel is. But before I tell you, you need to understand something about your father.” “What?” The man paused. “Daniel isn’t the first child your family lost.” I looked at the photograph again. “Then who is the boy in this picture?” Thomas lowered his voice. “That’s your father’s first grandson, Elena. And he is the reason your husband was never supposed to marry you.”

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

“I’m not in the mood right now.” “I can change that in thirty seconds.” “Wow…fuck you.” His eyes narrowed in anger, and he moved toward me again. “Let me explain something to you. When I come home, I want to have a drink, fuck, and then go to sleep. I’ve already had a drink, so you’re the next thing on my list.” “I’m not a slave, Adrian.” “No but you’re my wife, and that’s what wives do...bend over so their husband can fuck them.”

Before the wedding, the coordinator, Rachel Bennett, called me. "Ms. Lane, we tailored the suit to the groom's measurements. Are you sure you want us to change the size?" "Yes," I said. "The groom's changed." My wedding to Caleb was two days away. I'd chosen the venue, designed the invitations, and picked out both my dress and his suit on my own. Every time I tried to involve Caleb in the planning, he only got annoyed. "You know I'm not into all the ceremony. "Don't bother me with this little stuff." Then yesterday, I found an old proposal video on his computer. It was five hours long. Four of those hours showed Caleb painstakingly setting everything up himself. For the final hour, he excite

The secrets he never told me, if it was his family that hid it from me, I wouldn’t be hurt after all they never liked me. But this was my husband, the man that I married had a lady in his heart that even his family had no idea about. I was trying to keep calm but the memories hurt me and I thought, maybe, they were all for my good. After all, he never gave me heads up about loving me and when he couldn’t handle it anymore, he made sure that we were no longer married. Thankfully, he never touched me and after thinking about the results, the pain diminished and I was to back to myself.

it moved like gay and screamed like thrilled. Jackylyn just shook and breathed when they reached the sofa. He made the man sit there for a while, he would just brew coffee to reduce his intoxication. “I flirted with the others, dated. But this heart— ”He pointed to the heart. "Loved a woman he never loved." He was stunned. She stared into his eyes and he could clearly see the pain he had just seen. Suddenly his heart pounded for some unknown reason. From a sad voice it spoke, "My wife Amara never love me."

She just ignored him plainly and openly. He couldn't understand what was the problem. He loved her, he could easily provide for her every need or want then why would she not listen to him. Unless.....the problem was that she had never loved him. Slowly, it was becoming a possibility. Slowly but surely, he was coming to the terms of the possibility that his wife might have never loved him, that he was just being used by her in the name of love. But that was what he didn't want to even consider. He loathed his mind for even bringing this thought to him.