The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

Scrubbing his face gently with both hands, he sat up. “She could have woken me up,” He pouted, looking at the wrinkled sheets beside him. “Waking up alone feels lonely.” He put his palm on the area where his wife slept last night. “It’s cold. It looks like she woke up long ago.” He pouted even more, looking sad. “Tch…Such a cold-hearted wife I have. We cuddled all night and now she left me alone.” Suddenly, a waft of mouthwatering aroma assaulted his nose. He sat erect like a puppy would sit upon hearing the word ‘treats’.

She nods, “Okay, I will bring you some aspirin and water. Take it in the morning.” “Fine,” I reply sharply as I make my way to my room. I throw my clothes in the middle of the floor, then lie down in bed. Ellie comes in and looks unbothered at seeing me naked. “Hey, you know wives are supposed to do certain things for their husbands,” I tell her. She looks at me and nods. Pulling the covers over me as if she is tucking me in, she says, “Husbands are supposed to love their wives. Neither of us is fulfilling our roles.”

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

Bethany’s Pov I smiled as Adams sleep peacefully, loving how warm he was. His arm was wrapped around me and his soft snores as he slept brought a weird sense of comfort to me that I never knew I needed. For over a year I slept alone in our queen size bed. I would always stay awake for hours listening to the howling of the wind at night or the way the window flaps would bang against our bedroom window. I would stay outside for as long as I could so I would be able to have a little peace. Peace I didn’t realize would come if I just had my husband sleep next to me.

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.