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He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

Actually I'm shy but already wet. "And haven't you read that a good husband is not close to adultery. Dating is close to adultery. Especially those who are married. A married man is stoned to death if he is caught in adultery!" she exclaimed. I shrink. "My stance will not change. I am ready to completely be your wife, as long as you let go of your lover. For God's sake, I don't like you playing with other women while you are screwing me." I was coughing at the words I just heard. This beautiful woman in front of me really can not be deceived.

“You dont fucking know that! I'm your wife. Im your fucking wife. I'm supposed to be your wife. I'm supposed to be your partner. I'm supposed to be there for you guys. But no. You guys didn't come to me. You guys didn't ask me for help. No. You push me away. You run away. You left me alone. And you came to your ex wife, and you guys kissed her. How does that make sense?” Shaking my head at them once more, I turn away from them for a moment before facing them once more. “You guys claim that I have made you guys strong. You guys claim that loving me has made you guys stronger. I think you guys are wrong. I think i was fucking wrong. Loving you guys has not made me stronger. It's made me the pa

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

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.

Dad queried all of a sudden who is sitting in the center of the table on his wheelchair since he had a stroke. “I finished in Bachelor of Science in Business Administration, major in Marketing,” my Wife replied respectfully, and she immediately got her glass of water as nervousness get to her. I can tell that she’s getting nervous, so, I grabbed her hand under the table to calm her down or give her comfort a little bit. “Where do you live?” my elder sister questioned next, and I gave her a look because how dare she to interrogate my wife? “She lived in the Philippines, where we met. Please stop asking questions. Do not pressure her,” I spoke out so, they could stop asking my wife, who is hav

A small handwritten note had been added beneath the final clause. Her eyes narrowed. “This wasn't in the original contract.” Damien's expression changed. Sophia pointed at it. “What does this mean?” Damien looked at the note. For the first time since he had entered the café, his confidence disappeared. Sophia slowly read the words aloud. “The wife must never investigate the circumstances surrounding Richard Reed's downfall.” Her blood ran cold. She looked at Damien. “What does my father have to do with our marriage?” Damien said nothing but his silence made Sophia's heart began pounding.

Dear Readers, First of all, thank you for taking this journey with me. Every chapter, every comment, every vote, and every moment you spend with The Widow Who Married My Husband means more than you know. When Ava buried her husband, she believed her story had ended. She never imagined that the man she mourned would return, bringing with him secrets, lies, and a past far more dangerous than she could have imagined. What began as a story of grief and loss has become a battle for truth, love, and survival.

Norman wondered. “Why so?” “I once heard a story about a man who married a young and beautiful wife. The man was obsessed with keeping up an appearance, so he often brought his wife out to social events in order to get showered with the public’s praises. Thus, wherever he went, his wife would also be there. However, as time passed, his wife met a man who treated her more gently and looked more handsome than her husband, so she betrayed her and cheated on him with that man in the end.”

She stood up and ran to her immediately, looking into the book. "Over here - I was reading an acient story of a man who's wife was a Healer. It states here that one day, the man consumed a dangerous poison and was on the verge of death. So, his wife healed him" Sally paused and moved her finger a little down. "But over here, it states that the wife had died in 1903, while the husband died 2 years later" .she noted and looked at Martha who was equally having a confused look on.