The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

I know because I watched the clock. Twelve minutes in which the woman my husband said he loved lay alone in the marriage bed while he was down the hall, and the woman he was actually giving his life to laughed low and soft through a wall, and the blind wife who wasn't blind lay very still and turned all of it into cold storage.

"Five years of standing by your side through every storm. Very moving. But here's what I find interesting." I deliberately paused and looked at Owen. "While I was at home sacrificing everything for my family, putting on weight and running myself into the ground, my wife kept telling me the company was at a critical stage and that she had to sleep at the office. Turns out she was weathering those storms with her Director of Administration." The whispers spreading through the crowd could no longer be contained. Adeline's face shifted from pale to livid. "Quentin, whatever this is, we can talk about it at home…"

I was forcing her to divorce me, but she would not. She did not even lash out at me. Instead, she comforted me. I finally understood her. She truly loved me, but she also loved Sam. She did not want to lose either of us. She was greedy. She wanted to come home to me, and she wanted to have a good time with Sam. The doctor completed his examination. He picked up his phone and reported, “Mr. Reid, we’ve examined him. Not only has Mr. Anderson not slept with anyone recently, but he has not slept with anyone in the past four years.”

“Bella… I appreciate it. But this is a digital battlefield. Ryan and David are already knee-deep in it. What I need from you is focus on Lila, on your firm. Please… don’t worry about this.” He meant it as reassurance, but it landed like a dismissal. Like she was being gently pushed out of the room she once shared with him. She wasn’t just his wife. She wasn’t just someone to be protected. She was sharp, strategic, capable. And yet here she was, treated like a distraction instead of a partner. That night, their bed felt like an ocean. Jason lay restless beside her, tossing with nightmares of betrayal and sabotage. Bella lay still, staring at the ceiling, silent tears rolling down into her hai

The scent of fresh jasmine from the garden drifted in, making the air feel sweet and alive. Joanna sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the soft sheets. Her heart was pounding—not from nerves, but from the overwhelming feeling of finally being alone with Justin after the whirlwind of the wedding day. She’d never imagined the moment would feel this… perfect. The bathroom door creaked open, and Justin stepped out, his damp hair tousled from the shower, a white robe loosely tied around his waist. His eyes locked onto her instantly, and a slow, loving smile spread across his face.

"If you can have your own fun, I have mine too. If you want to be single, so can I. I don't care about your nonsense about men or women or the difference between them. If I had to sleep alone for 364 nights, so would you. And if you want to argue, then you'll have to find another wife for you." She jerked her head up like a horse that had just come out of the stable. "And since we know we're not attracted to each other, you'll just have to find a way to relieve the pressure. Use a little creativity. Single life opens up new experiences. " She smiled. "Because that's all you'll get."

I don’t mean financially affording them, neither one of us is ready for that responsibility, not together. “And what complications are you talking about, Aeliana? You’re my wife, why would—” “Only when it benefits you,” I smile, because if I don’t, I might cry again. “And that’s insane because I’m not your wife when she’s around us, I’m not your wife when you’re fucking her, am I? And I sure as hell wasn’t your wife when you let me walk over six fucking hours to get a place i didnt have a fucking clue about!” I snap, my hands shaking. “I wasn’t your wife when I spent our wedding night alone while you were in her arms, I’m not your wife when—”

One year later... Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the master bedroom at Wolfe Manor, filling the room with a soft gold glow. Adrian woke first. For a long moment, he simply lay there, watching the woman beside him. Marriage had not changed how beautiful Aria was. If anything, it had made the sight of her beside him feel even more precious. One arm rested beneath her pillow, and a few loose strands of dark hair framed her sleeping face. She looked tired. Lately, she had been sleeping more than usual.

I want to spend some time with her but Nick and James took me to the club and we all boozed till late and don't forget we were chased by 20 bouncers with my some old crazy high school rival. I want talk to my beautiful wife but I know she was sleeping in our room. I also want to sleep because I am hell tired. I was crossing the hall when my eyes fell on something. I went near to check and saw my wife was sleeping on couch with a book resting on her chest. She must be sleep here while waiting for and didn't even bother to change clothes. She is still wearing a saree.

he countered. His wife was gentle, pretty, independent, elegant, and street-smart. There was nothing he could pick on, and that made her the best woman in the world. “All right, let’s stop blowing each other’s trumpets and go to bed,” she suggested. “Okay.” Soon, they fell asleep, both sleeping soundly, perhaps due to the comfort provided by their own large bed. Meanwhile, Sharon Lindt snuck out of bed and started to walk out of her room in the darkness.