The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

The fact that the woman was still active for her only made her feel worse. “What prevented you from sleeping? It is detrimental to your well-being. I am aware that it is a component of your job, just as getting enough sleep is essential to your health. Since I used to live alone and had no one to support me before being married, you can infer that I am capable of anything if necessary. And I arrived to grab this blanket." Looking at the elderly woman, Monica spoke with remorse. Although the old lady maintained a gentle smile, there was a look of inquisitiveness in her eyes, as though she was genuinely interested in discovering whether Monica truly cared about William.

I uttered, staring at him as he mouthed in his drunken state. I didn't know what to expect anymore. I promised myself to take each hurdle I was going to face in this marriage a step at a time. I returned to finish up in the bathroom before going to sleep. The next morning, I could feel a weird shadow hovering over me. “Move away, I want to sleep,” I uttered in my sleepy state. “At least you would have considered sleeping on the bed, rather than going to bed on the couch,” Alexander replied coldly. I jumped up immediately from my sleep.

The world is entirely unmoved. Married. She had spent nine years alone in an apartment, stretching every coin, sitting in hospital waiting rooms with Dave's hand in hers, sleeping on her side of the bed because she could not bring herself to take his. She had told their son his father was working hard overseas so they could have a better life. She had believed it herself, or she had chosen to, which she understood now was the same as being a fool. "You have a son," she said. "Did that factor in at all?"

How could she continue to resist after receiving the attention she unconsciously needed? She was a normal woman! She had been ignored by her husband ever since they got married. He even openly and shamelessly had sex with his mistress in front of her countless times. How can she not feel anything? How can she not want or wish to experience this kind of thing? Fredrik felt smug and triumphant as he succeeded in what he so desperately wanted to do. Eliza's arms were stretched out in a hug around his neck. She buried her face in his shoulders.

It had become an unspoken rule, which had seen unanimous understanding among the employees at Johnston Group. 'I've been in this company for five years, and I've been by his side for the longest time. Yet, I have never seen him with a woman by his side or heard mentions of him being married. He didn't even have a girlfriend, so where did this 'wife' of his come from?' the woman thought to herself. As she reached for the door, she turned back and glanced at Nicole while gritting her teeth. Then, she left. After Nicole had finished ordering, she gave Jared a slight glance, "Admirer?"

“Well, I have the report in my email, but from what I remember, she’s 35 years old, single—well, widowed. Her husband passed away eight years ago. They were married for two years before he died in a car accident.” “Wow… That’s tragic.” “She doesn’t have kids. She lives in a modest apartment on the outskirts of Westhaven, alone with a cat. She studied fine arts. She doesn’t come from a wealthy family or anything. She’s just a regular woman, not the daughter of anyone important. In fact, she doesn’t have any close family left. Her husband was the last.” “She’s all alone? She’s such a…” “Beautiful woman? I thought the same thing. She’s stunning—and single.”

She was sure that now that she is back he will not let her travel so far again because of business. Nuella felt like laughing when she remembered how his face was when they were doing a video call yesterday. She had jokingly told him she would not be able to return today and he became angry that she had to immediately rephrase her statement. Still he was pissed and had to show her Cia who was sleeping on their bed, according to him she had refused to sleep in her room because she didn’t want home to be lonely, indirectly telling her that he was lonely. That made her giggle

Days blurred into weeks. Then Ramona's husband died—that old man she'd never loved. He left her everything. We were both single now. We got married fast. Just like that, I went from a broken man to a wealthy one.

As the voices present in the room broke the sleep of the pale body. She didn't mind. She was used to waking up in nights because of her dreams. But she kept laying there with a still position. Zeke closed the door of the bathroom as he soundlessly walked toward the bed and laid down. He could feel she was awake. But he didn't care. The only reason he had to keep her was that she was his wife. He never expected to get married to a stranger but this is what their fate was. She sighed softly again as she laid there with her eyes closed feeling the distance that she felt with everyone. She felt really alone. As if she was the only one present in the whole world. She wished she deserved better.

sleep took over her tired body after long hours of patience . the next morning she woke up once again to an empty bed but she knew that she slept alone by the untouched spot of her husband , she sighed standing up to do what she does everyday .. today was nothing better than yesterday, she felt terrible and lonely , she tried opening the doors but they were locked from outside , she sighed in frustration for the one hundredth time , then walked towards the couch sitting down in order to read the historical book he left for her.