The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

He nearly yelled. Mrs. Martin smiled lightly. It wasn't like she wasn't aware that Charlene was under the same roof as them. She overheard their conversation, and last night she refrained from interrupting them. After all, Javier was able to pet her until she finally stopped crying and that was when she left, none of them sensed her presence in the room. “I know Charlene is here. But come to think of it, she's a married woman…it's not proper for a married woman to spend a night outside in another person's place no matter what it is, she has her parents.”

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

He told driver to drop her luggage in her bedroom. Sarah sat on vanity chair and wiped her makeup. "Such a lovely day it was..." She rolled her eyes sighing. She showered and wore her pajama's. "I never thought that my wedding night will be like this..." She shook her head. "And I never thought that I would be this much happy that my husband didn't show up. At least I got the whole bed for myself..." She giggled and plopped down on the bed, she was happy that nothing is happening like she imagined. it will be better to sleep alone rather than having sex with criminal.

I heard the shower running and realized that must be where he is. For now, I'm alone. I used that opportunity to look around the room, taking in every little detail. This room was set just for Sean alone. The design, furniture, bed everything was meant to be a male own. Perhaps Selene and Ana had brought me here thinking we needed to spend the wedding night together as normal married couples. They might have acted on their instinct and not on instructions. I heard the shower turn off and waited another minute before he stepped out. He was surprised when he saw me but that was quick to leave his face and be replaced by something I don't know.

Maybe someone is performing on the stage. “I told you. I am sleeping, don’t disturb me---” “How about I let him come to you so you two could have a little chitchat there?” she suggested and I groaned. “Stop it, Maia. I want this time for myself, please. I am really tired and my body is sore---” “I know, Elise. I know. I am sure he has a monstrous buddy down there. I know but I am just telling you this because I saw him with another woman. Of course, we always see him with another woman but I am just telling you,” she’s talking nonsense now.

It's fucking bullshit, but Alex and I agree we need to be with the women. When I look at my wife, I see her fatigue. Worry eats at me. She isn't sleeping, and she may not know it, but I'm fully aware that night terrors are keeping her awake. I've tried to give her space to sort out her head and now I regret it.

We held a grand wedding that was widely reported in the news. “I finally managed to catch up to you.” We kissed on the tallest building and welcomed our new married life. After that, I spent most of my time on my research. After my research passed the first round of clinical trials, I was stoked to share the good news with her. But then, I saw her sleeping with her assistant.

"You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!" Before I could react, his fist slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. "My wife is with me every single day—we eat together, sleep together, go to work together. The only people in her contacts are me and her coworkers. There's no other man in her life! How dare you spread filthy rumors about her?" At that moment, one of Lucas's groomsmen stepped forward. "That's right! Portia and Lucas grew up together—they're childhood sweethearts, inseparable. There's no way she'd have another man!"

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.