The Wife Who Slept Alone 소설 & 이야기

But not a hint of him. Was he embarrassed after sleeping on the same bed with his wife? It was the only possible reason she could muster up. She sat down at the table and to her disappointment, no one joined her. She ate alone and left for studio. Wales accompanied her as usual but yet she felt so lonely and empty. This was not the life she imagined to be. She wanted to have a loving husband beside her who will take care of her and love her endlessly but Carter was the exact opposite who felt pleasure in hurting her.

"I'm used to sleeping alone. Ever since I married Elvis." "Really?" Lean put Avelyn's body slowly on the bed, then smoothed the pillow under Avelyn's head so she could sleep well tonight. “My ex-husband who was a jerk always left me alone. So I'm used to sleeping alone." “I think you really are a pathetic woman. You are beautiful, but you were ignored by your own husband.” Lean pulled the blanket over Avelyn's legs and wrapped it up to her chin. Avelyn pouted as Lean bent over her to tidy up the blanket like she was a five year old girl.

If he met a woman that fulfilled the criteria as his wife, then he would marry her and have no one else other than her. But because of the accident, there was no opportunity for him to meet any prospective wife. This woman was the first. And she directly earned the title of his 'wife'. So...sleeping together with one room...could be considered as spending their wedding night. Was she serious? Javier's ears were red. However, the woman doesn't seem to have any ideas except from sleeping even Javier waited the whole night. Suzie happily prepared her bed. Suzie didn't want to use that old and dirty mattress so she took her own quilt and made her own clothes as the pillow.

“Good morning wife.” There’s a man in my bed. No, wait scratch that, my husband is hovering above me and if this is not awkward then I don’t know what is. He looks somewhat similar to the man who carried on the dance floor to my bedroom in one quick move. The same man that chastely kissed me good night. “How did you sleep?” As if I could catch any sleep. I didn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about why I slept alone on our first night as husband and wife.

when she received a brief text: “At a late dinner with the team. Don’t wait up.” That was it. Lauren stood on the balcony in her robe, overlooking the glittering city, feeling like the loneliest woman in the world. And even though she was married and lodged in a room built for lovers— She slept alone. Again.

“And do not pretend that you would not do the same if you were give the liberty to do so. Don’t pretend to be righteous now, that’s disgusting.” “You are disgusting! How would you feel if I told you that I was out sleeping with someone that wasn’t you?” Natalia asked. “I cannot even dream about that. Who would you find to sleep with? You don’t know anyone. No, no. The actual question is, who would want to sleep with you? Even if there were men around, they would not even want to look at you twice, and I only sleep with you because we are married and I am generous enough to not want you to feel sad and lonely all the time, as usual.” Noah said.

She hissed. I just hugged her and put my head around its neck and smelled it. I could hear her gasped. "Maru!" She called me. “Don’t be angry with me wife please. I can’t be still knowing that you are angry with me.” I said while I tighten my hug. “If you really can’t respect my friend then start to train yourself to sleep alone.” She said in a serious tone. My wife pushed me hard and got out of bed. She returned to our room and I followed her.

I wanted to die with something beautiful around me instead of these white walls and the smell of antiseptic. "I'll arrange it," Whitmore said quietly. "But Mrs. Vale, please. Let me come with you." "No." I tried to smile, though my cracked lips made it painful. "I want to see my husband alone. Just us. The way it should be." The way it never was, some traitorous part of my mind whispered. I silenced it.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.