The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

And after a moment of just sitting and crying quietly, Layla decided to pull herself together, she dried her eyes and dragged in a deep breath to calm herself before she spoke again. “Truly Calan, I feel sorry for your wife, the poor thing doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into”. She said to him. Calan merely shook his head. “We’ve been married for two years, you really think she doesn’t know what she’s gotten into?”. He asked her.

His past escapades ran through his mind like a flash and he clutched hard at his heart. He could feel his wife's pain. The disrespect, the humiliation, the heartbreak and betrayal. "Lisa l am sorry, I am indeed not a worthy husband." He muttered. Sleep eluded him, his remorse lingered and his heart ached all through the night.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

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!”

"Take care of my wife." ***

But now, she can only mourn the loss, And feel alone in the silent house. A wife's heartache is immeasurable, When she sees her husband loving another. She tries to hold on, to fix what's broken, But her heart is broken, and she doesn't know what to do. Maybe one day, she will find peace, Or maybe she will continue to yearn for the past. But for now, she can only cry, A wife's unspoken heartache." In the darkness of the silent night, I contemplate alone with dim eyes, Suffering is hidden in my heart, Life is like a storm that never stops.

I could only stare, my mind scrabbling for purchase on this new, impossible reality. It was Lacie who shattered the quiet. A raw, wounded sound tore from her throat, half-sob, half-scream. “Your wife?” she shrieked, her voice cracking with a pain that felt dangerously real. “You can’t! Raymond, no! You love me! After everything we’ve been through… you promised me!”

When she finally regains her senses and then raises her head to look at her husband with a hand on her cheek and stinging eyes filled with slowly dropping tears, she is met with a violent stare. With a red face, Noah says. “Then I would have been proud that my so called wife had died while doing her duties, instead of shying away from them like the coward you are.” Noah stuns Natalia again, only with his words this time. “Noah,” She begins once more with tears in her voice as Noah turns his back to walk away.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.