The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Charlene answered without looking at her. “I heard all the rumors, you don't really have to feel bad, that's what bloggers do. I'm pretty sure your husband is going to take care of it.” Charlene glanced at her face for a few seconds, she refrained herself from rolling her eyes as she grunted softly. Fiona knew nothing about what she was battling with, no one knew. “Hey, are you listening?” Fiona waved a hand at her face. She gazed at her steadily, slowly she blinked and moistened her lips together. “I heard all you said.” She threw her head backward, she looked up at the ceilings and closed her eyes. She was sleepy due to the deprivation of a good nap last night.

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.

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.