The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Your husband has been with me Elara's POV Morning came slower than it ever did. My eyes never slammed shut and every tick of the clock intensified my torture — intensified the pain inside of me. I had slept alone, even though I always did but yesterday night was different. I slept alone while another woman was with my husband. I hated to admit it but I went to the door 2 times and all I made out was the echo of their laughter, the stories they told each other.

His wife just had to slide down from his body to wake up like every other day though she normally stops to do what she needs to but today, he is unattended to because 'Dad wants to see us urgently, wake up' what the heck? "I don't know and stop talking about his wife like that, she's your stepmother. I'm going to go take a shower, bring our outfit out, please?" She made a puppy dog eyes before they moved to her daughter who stirred but didn't wake up. The lady wouldn't sleep alone that night, Bushra was really uncomfortable when she wanted her husband. Sneaky little girl!

Why her situation is so different, she has no memory of the original owner’s life and what she knows is only based on the novel. “Of course, we are husband and wife and we are sleeping in the same bed since we got married.” Harvey said while silently praying that she does not remember that they were actually living in a separate room. “Really?” she asked believing that they live separately since they are not getting along. “Yes” Harvey said but he is not looking to his wife. “Can we sleep separately?” she said while her heart is beating fast. She forgot this fact that while she is acting the wife, they have to sleep in the same room and in the same bed.

I studied them and learned their routines. Eventually, I found my target. A woman who always came alone for her checkups, with no husband accompanying her. No family fussing over her. Just her and her unborn baby, week after week. She’s the one, I remember thinking. She’s perfect. I observed her closely, gathering as much information as possible. I discovered that her husband was frequently away on business trips, leaving her feeling lonely despite her wealth, designer clothes, and the chauffeur who waited outside. And most importantly, she was seven months pregnant. The same as me.

"There are rumors that you used sleepwalking as an excuse to leave the marriage. Are they true?" Wendy's eyes reddened as she choked back tears. "I don't know anything. I'm innocent. Zane has someone else now. He's working with outsiders to frame me. "His mistress pushed me on purpose. That's how I lost my baby. Now, they want to leave me penniless. How am I supposed to live like this?" People tend to side with whoever looks weaker. Quite a few in the crowd began to sympathize with her. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was met with curses and accusations.

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”

A female servant standing at some distance behind me said to her colleague. Now I got the answer I was desperate to know right from day one. On our wedding night, he told me I would sleep alone every day. I couldn’t help but wonder, if I was to sleep alone, where would he be sleeping? He was true to his words. My husband never came to our room at night, and I always wondered where he was sleeping. I heard another female voice, “Yeah, what’s so new about that? He has been sleeping in the study since the wedding night!”

“Good night.” Lexi landed a kiss on his wife's forehead, then he tried to sleep. After all this time, yes, a month was a very long time if he didn't meet his wife. Finally now they were back to live under one roof and sleep in one bed, even on the same pillow and the same blanket. * * * Mrs. Anna was getting ready for bed. Since her husband's death, she has always slept alone in her spacious room. The main room was on the ground floor.

Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her. After getting Kira and Olivia into my truck we head to the mall. I tap on the steering wheel, listening to the radio. Kira was talking about all the things she’s done and her new best friend since I’ve been gone. I don’t get to phone her often and sometimes I can’t call her at all. She’s very understanding about my job. And Olivia has basically been a single parent since I’m gone more than I’m home.