The Wife Who Slept Alone 소설 & 이야기

“Do you think every woman goes around sleeping with her colleagues?” All those two years… Waiting. Trusting and crying alone. And still… Even to my surprise, I didn’t break in front of her. “I didn’t go around sleeping with colleagues,” she said, slightly annoyed. “I slept with a man who needed me as much as I needed him.” “But that man had a wife at home.” “Well… that made it more interesting.” She laughed. “Every time he talked about you… it made me feel so good…” My stomach twisted.

sleep took over her tired body after long hours of patience . the next morning she woke up once again to an empty bed but she knew that she slept alone by the untouched spot of her husband , she sighed standing up to do what she does everyday .. today was nothing better than yesterday, she felt terrible and lonely , she tried opening the doors but they were locked from outside , she sighed in frustration for the one hundredth time , then walked towards the couch sitting down in order to read the historical book he left for her.

I didn't understand why the hell she couldn't get herself out instead of calling my husband at ungodly hours. I woke up feeling lonely on the day of the twin's third birthday party which was last year . I don't trust anyone who thinks it's okay to pull moves on married men. I knew deep down that the woman who I heard faintly in my sleep had some sort of hold over my husband .

(Ava’s POV) It was 11:47 p.m at night. I have spent another night alone. Another night of waiting for a man whose scent still lingered on the pillow but hadn’t touched me in thirty days. Leon Vance — my husband who is both my sin and my salvation. The silk sheets that I lay on were cold, and too smooth for a new couple. I pressed the remote, and the big TV came to life, gleaming with nude images. Sounds filled the air. Moans that weren’t mine.

She had replaced her sister and got married to her sister's fiancé who was a cripple and had a scar on his face, not that she had seen it; he was wearing a mask on their wedding day They were supposed to spend the night together as it was their wedding night, but apparently her husband thought differently because from looking at the other side of the bed there was no indentation there. He did not return home last night, nor did he come to the room. She slept alone. She was somehow relieved as she was not ready to fulfill her duties as a wife yet. Charlotte got up from the bed and went directly to the bathroom to take a hot bath in the tub. She sighed and relaxed back, it's been so long since

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

"Oh my, James is seriously amazing in bed! Let me know when you're going to divorce him!" She had been lounging on Mason's bed at the time, collecting material for the paparazzi. She remembered how her temper had exploded when she received the message. She hadn't expected anyone in Glorisia to be brave enough to send her such a provocative message. A few seconds later, she received a photo of James' sleeping face. That was when she realized that she actually cared about James. It was also why she rushed home like a maniac to confront him. Wanda lost her mind when she saw the rumpled bedsheets and the scratch marks on his body. She couldn't deny that she had told him that they were free to se

Elena leaned against the kitchen counter as though deciding where to begin. “Her husband passed away several years ago.” She spoke slowly, choosing her memories with care. “We met during one of the foundation’s community housing programmes.” “She lives alone?” “Mostly.” Elena nodded. “Her grandson works overseas.” He waited. “She says the apartment becomes too quiet if nobody visits.” The simplicity of the explanation somehow made it heavier. “You never told me.” She looked at him kindly. “I mentioned her many times.” He smiled at himself more than at the situation.

He had no idea that a stranger had just planted something dark in his wife's heart. She didn't sleep that night. Sophia's words looped through her mind like a broken record, each repetition stripping away meaning until only a warning remained. She lay beside Adrian for hours, staring at the ceiling as his steady breathing filled the silence. How could anyone sleep so peacefully while her world crumbled around her? Just before dawn, she sat up and slipped out of the room.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River