Novel & Cerita The Wife Lament

I looked at my own reflection in the dark glass—the tired eyes, the faint lines on my forehead, the ghost of a man who was finally learning how to feel again. "Tell them I am not going anywhere," I said. "And tell them that if loving my wife again costs me this company, then this company was never worth having."

His hands were placed on her waist, indicating that he was disgusted with the woman's posture. "What's your problem, Jane? We're separated, aren't we? You have already signed the agreement as far as I know," Jane's spouse replied arrogantly. Jane laughed at her husband's reply. She hadn't expected the man to be completely unaware of the situation. She laughed so hard that she almost cried with joy, even though she was in anguish inside. Her husband would have been even more attractive, but Jane seemed unaffected when she discovered that the man's family was implicated in the fire that destroyed Lila's cabin, where they were living with friends. As a result, she expressed her displeasure.

Only then did I remember that I was already dead. Queenie's shrill, furious voice rang through the room. "No wonder Steven doesn't dare come out to see me! So he cheated on me and fathered a child by another woman!" Her eyes were filled with malice as she looked at Sean. She then kicked his body again, viciously. Sean let out a broken cry, tears streaming down his face. My heart ached as I watched him. I lunged forward, positioning myself in front of him, shouting at Queenie with all I had, "That's not true! I didn't cheat on you!"

Only that constant presence in my temples: the sound of their pleasure. In my bedroom. Their moans. The bed creaking. The panting. The sexual insults cracking like whiplashes. "Harder." "You see, she doesn't even know how to do that." "My real wife is you." I don't cover my ears. I listen. To the end. To the point of nausea. To the point of numbness. I don't cry anymore. That would be too undignified. I just want to disappear. I wondered, lying there, if I bore some share of responsibility. If I was to blame for letting the pain settle in without ever disturbing it. If I had, somewhere along the way, authorized others to trample me in silence.

“Don’t wallow in self-pity and remorse so much that you lose yourself. Your wife would want to meet the real you, not a depressed and self-loathing version of you.” Liliana expressed her innermost thoughts while referring to herself as a third person.

"Your wife has suffered such a grievance and you don't even bother to lift a finger! You're utterly useless! Hurry up and come back!" Caleb fell silent and grew even more irritated by the mention of his so-called wife.

“My friends, all from noble families, already have grandchildren with pure bloodlines. It is very beneficial. Their family names grow stronger.” Sarah swallowed her breath. “I just do not understand,” Madam Vexler’s voice came again, this time with a disappointed sigh. “Why is your wife different? She should have been a noble daughter with a clear career. The noble daughters I know are all CEOs, they own companies, they are successful. But your wife?” There was a brief pause, then the sentence was delivered without hesitation. “Your wife is only a housewife.” There was no anger in the voice. That was what hurt the most. The words were spoken as fact, as a final judgment, as if Sarah’s life w

"Do you love your wife?" "I love my wife, sir, I swear!" He blurted the words like a confession. "Then why don't you know she's in pain?" "Forgive me, sir. I really am a useless husband." He gave up completely, realizing Damian's anger was scarier than his wife's PMS. Meanwhile, on the bed, Livia buried herself deeper under the blanket, cursing Damian's stupidity. 'You're not the only crazy man who knows his wife gets stomach cramps during her period.'

she said gently. The man’s shoulders slumped as he began. “My wife, Lila, worked as an attendant for the Lycan King’s mating ceremony. She was supposed to handle the flowers, the decorations—simple things. But during the chaos, he turned to a beast... A feral one...” He paused, swallowing hard. “She was caught in the crossfire. She was carrying our pup, too. Neither of them made it.” His broke down completely in tears, and he looked away.

The air crackled like static. Liam’s eyes flared, his jaw tightening as his gaze slid from Damien’s outstretched arm back to me. “She’s my wife.” His words vibrated with fury and desperation. “You think you can hide her from me?” My stomach clenched, nausea rising up like bile. The word wife felt like a chain dragging me underwater. Damien didn’t flinch. “Your wife? She’s not your possession. She’s not your prisoner. You’ve already lost the right to call her yours.”