The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

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.

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her. So she whispered, barely audible: “Okay. We’ll try.” August exhaled, relief softening his face. He leaned closer, kissed her forehead tenderly, and pulled her into his arms. She let him, stiff at first, then slowly relaxing into the embrace—not out of love, but out of guilt. Her eyes stayed open long after his closed. And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve.

"Sleep sweet girl. Tomorrow you reach your new home and start your new life." My wife is a train wreck. She's all elbows and knees while she sleeps. I guess the night before had been a fluke, because tonight she almost kicked me off the bed twice. I ended up having to sleep with her under me with one leg over both of hers and my arm holding her down. That's the only way she would settle down. This for me though was not conducive to having a good night's rest. My cock was in too close proximity and the feel of her breasts under my arm was a distraction. Out of concern for the long day she'd had on the back of the bike for the first time I didn't want to be a pig and wake her up again to fuck.

"Okay, I think it's probably best you don't wait up for me, don't you? If Justin gives me what you want him to give me, I probably won't be back until the morning." As you can imagine, I didn't sleep that night. Not just because I'm used to having my wife next to me, but because her absence indicated that she was in someone else's bed. Someone who, quite possible at that moment, was thrusting their 'much bigger' cock in and out of her.