Novel & Cerita The Wife Lament

"You are trying to come up with excuses for not showing up by involving your late wife aren't you? Listen, Mr Cervantes, I also lost my husband an year ago but that doesn't mean I'll dwell on it forever. He's gone from this world but that doesn't mean he's gone from my heart. So if you are trying to make up excuses based on your wife's death then I suggest you save your apologies for another day. Besides, when your son set this up, I was assured you and I had things in common. Looking at you now, and I'm the one apologizing because you are not my type"

In an outburst of irritation, he shouts at his wife, pleading for her to calm down. "Shut up, Miranda! Shut up!" David's voice carries a mix of frustration and desperation as he tries to drown out her cries. Seeing her tears, he feels a surge of annoyance and impatience, unable to comprehend her emotional state in the midst of their current crisis. He harshly rebukes her, pleading for her to stop crying. "You are irritating me! Stop crying already!" David's words are sharp and devoid of empathy, his own panic clouding his ability to console his wife in this moment of distress.

Vanessa said not liking the girls eyes on her husbands and she felt a little jealous. "Verás, a nuestra esposa no le gusta tu presencia, así que vete a la m****a antes de que los ahogue a todos en esta agua." Emiliano told to the girls sternly and at his last words their eyes widened and they immediately left from there. (Translation: You see our wife is not liking your presence so fuck off before I drown you all in this water.) "T-t-they can't look what's mine." Vanessa repeated Emiliano's words from earlier and the brothers were amazed to know that their little wife also feels jealousy for them and they both immediately pecked her either cheeks.

Winston remarked with a bitter chuckle as if an old recollection had returned in his mind. Jayla rose from the ground and asked: "You meant that having me as your wife is a dishonor to you. You are telling me that the person who has stayed by your side for so many years and supported you through all of your joys and losses is useless. What have I not accomplished, and how many sacrifices have I made for you and this house? Today, you are calling me useless and comparing me to another lady. What foolish notions did you bring inside yourself after drinking alcohol?"

I look at the door expecting for my wife’s presence. A few minutes later I felt Jana hold my hand. I looked at her way. My eyes widen when I saw her crying. "Jana why are you crying?" I asked worriedly. "I'm sorry Maru! I'm sorry!" She sobbed. I frowned. "For what?" “If its not because of me, we will not meet an accident.” She said while sobbing. I messed up her hair. "Its okay Jana I understand. But where is my wife?"

Tears fell once more. But this time, not because of heartbreak. It was because she finally understood— Her life would never return to what it once was. The woman who married Leonard Ashcroft… Had died that night on the streets of London. Sebastian watched her quietly before speaking again. “I’ll take care of everything.” “Even the divorce?” “Leonard will handle that himself to protect his family’s reputation.” Arabella let out a bitter laugh. “How ironic.” Her gaze lowered to her now-flat stomach. “I haven’t even held my daughter yet… and I’ve already lost my husband.”

No, he would remember that. Wouldn’t he? Her eyes answered the question before he could ask it. “You forgot where I was, Adrian.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. For several seconds neither of them spoke. Then she opened the door. “I hope your meeting goes well today.” The door closed softly behind her. Adrian remained standing beside the dining table long after she was gone. Somewhere in the city below, his wife was heading toward a presentation he knew nothing about. Somewhere in the past, she had walked out of a hospital and realized she could no longer rely on the person she had married.

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

she whispered, barely audible. The man turned. His smile vanished. Shock flickered in his eyes—then turned cold. Frozen. “Elara?” Celine looked between them, brows arched. “You know her?” The air thickened instantly. Elara stepped forward, her voice unsteady but firm. “Of course he knows me. I’m his wife.” But her words drifted uselessly into the air. Liam stared at her for a long moment... then opened his mouth. > “I don’t know her.”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?