The Wife Who Slept Alone の小説・ストーリー

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

She almost finished the bottle when she fell asleep. The sound of the door opening wakes her up from her sleep and she quickly stood up from the floor she has fallen asleep on “I thought I told you to sleep in the guest room” he screamed at her “Why do care about where I sleep” she shouted back at him “Cause you are my wife” “I was forced to be your wife, I was not offered any choice” “You are, you should have just let your brother die but even with that I will have still kidnapped you and make you my wife”

she says. "Mama please.My wife doesn't need ai stress. I'll take your luggage,"he says carrying it. "You call this snake a wife.Shs is going to kill you in your sleep,"she says. She elevates her stinking feet on my chairs.

Ivy lay on her bed with her eyes wide open. She wondered where her husband had gone with Sheila. Figuring she couldn't deal with this alone, she decided to put in a call to Larisa. But after calling several times, Larisa never picked up. Deep sighs escaped her lungs. Larisa was an early sleeper, maybe she had fallen asleep. She was now alone in her dilemma, alone in her marriage, with nobody to comfort her or distract her even for a moment.

A woman who dressed elegantly and classily but was blind to manners. Lucas sighed after she left his office. He thought of doing some meditation after work hours. Dealing with patients like Elena was draining his energy. *** The night air was very cold. Elena's eyes refused to close if her husband was not by her side. She got up from her lying position and saw that her husband was still busy with work. Elena stared at the man's face for a long time from a distance of three meters. Jonathan's face always looked handsome in the eyes of Elena, who was so crazy about him. Elena smiled as she realized that the man was hers.

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.

While she was gazing at his face, she remembered that morning where she had found herself all alone in this same bed after she had given herself to him complete a night before and she still didn't know why he had left her alone like that and he never even tried to explain anything to her regarding it or maybe, she never even tried to ask him. Inessa sighed softly and then unwrapped his arms carefully which was hugging her body because she didn't want to disturb his sleep. She slightly unlatched from his arms and then tried to get up but her eyes got widened whereas, she softly gasped when she felt herself getting pinned against the bed again. "I hate it when my wife tries to leave me alone,

And the longer he looked at it— The harder it became to connect Adele to the cold impression she usually gave off. “So?” Vanessa finally asked. Leonard slowly lifted his gaze. “So what?” “Doesn’t that seem strange to you?” He leaned back in his chair. “A lot of women raise children alone.” “But a woman like Adele Laurent?” Vanessa let out a short laugh. “Beautiful, wealthy, young, and unmarried.” Leonard didn’t answer. Because his mind had already drifted somewhere else. Adele’s words from before. I just learned not to trust people too quickly. And now—

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.