The Wife Upstairs Ending Explained Novels & Stories

"Okay, so why the hell are you still standing here? Get down there and check!" the wife roared at him. The two bolted out of the room, skipped the elevator, and hurried down flights of stairs. About 3 or 4 minutes later, they finally reached the spot below their window. They were stunned. There was no one on the ground at all! The street was quiet, too. It was as if what had happened minutes ago had not happened at all. Confused, the wife asked aloud, "Where is she, Rath?"

Our son's face fell, but he obeyed, trudging up the stairs. "I'll just go freshen up," Mia said softly, following Theo upstairs with an ease that suggested she knew exactly where the guest bathroom was. The moment she disappeared, I turned to Matthew. "Our bedroom. Now." I closed the bedroom door behind us with deliberate calm, my hands shaking as I faced my husband. "What the hell was that?" I kept my voice low, aware that Mia was somewhere upstairs, probably listening.

The screen was lit, a news alert taking up most of it. 'Wife killed in suburban murder case. Husband stabbed her to death after she refused intimacy during pregnancy.' The bedroom door opened with a click. Julian stepped in, wearing that same smile I was tired of seeing. "Honey, I want you tonight."

“Oh thank goodness the truth is finally out. I was dying over here waiting to hear it.” She stepped forward, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “Your wife took your daughter out today. Came back without her. Zam’s missing. They’ve been looking for hours. That’s exactly what happened. And that’s exactly why she tried to drag you upstairs—so she could tell you in private, maybe open those legs and fix everything with sex like she always does.”

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

Without thinking about the desperate measures I might have to take, or the mistakes I have already made, I replied immediately, “Yes!” “I will be your contract wife and so be it!” After I replied, everything was blurry. I was losing myself and I had no control. I couldn’t help it, I saw myself falling to the width of the mansion floor. Everywhere was pitch dark. Was this the end? I didn’t understand what was going on, but I was deeply sorry for Valerie. Even when she did him badly at some point, I had no right to cross the lines of getting married to her ex-fiancé.

Her hair was messy, lips swollen, and she didn’t even bother to hide the marks on her neck. She smiled at me. Not apologetic. Not guilty. Smug. “Hey, Lyara,” Lila said sweetly. “Surprise.” My vision went white at the edges. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too hot. “You’ve been sleeping with my husband?” The words tasted like acid. Lila shrugged. “It just happened. We have chemistry. You and Adrian… you don’t.” She glanced at Adrian. “Right, baby?”

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

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.

’ I licked my lips. ‘I didn’t know what happened. My husband was away most of the night,’ I said. ‘Someone called him and he rushed out. He doesn’t seem to realize I am still here. He didn’t tell me anything. I’d expect him to think it can wait. He assumes the people here should know where his wife is. What’s now?’ Marta said slowly: ‘I thought you were with him. I would come earlier. We better hurry, Madame.’ We went out, down the hallway and up the carpeted stairs. Everyone gathered on the upper floor, in the accounting office. I joined the crowd. This was a grim part of being Elky Jennings’ wife.