The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

She sit there, watching him breathe, and wondered when her life had become this—guarding in her boss's bed, in his private apartment, while her husband was somewhere else, and the woman who'd destroyed her marriage was alone in a penthouse, pregnant with the child that should have been hers. It was all too much. Too complicated. Too big. But here, in this quiet room, with this sleeping man beside her, it felt simple. She closed her eyes. The tiredness crept up on her again.

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

"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”

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."

Justin said, his tone cold again, snapping me back to reality. I pressed my palm to my forehead, embarrassed. “Uh... thanks.” Before I could say more, a voice interrupted. “Justin! They told me you’re here! I came straight to see you—I missed you so much!” I turned toward the voice and froze. It was her. Lenita — my husband’s best friend. She strode over confidently, oblivious to my presence, and without warning, kissed Justin deeply on the lips. I could only watch, heart shattering, as they embraced like no one else was there.

Lila’s POV I pushed the door open and stood still as my world stopped. My husband was on our marriage bed with my sister sitting on top of him, her dress shoved down to her waist and his fingers dug into her like she belonged to him. Their heads turned toward me at the same second, silence filled the house and I could hear my own heartbeat. Nine years I slept alone, for nine years I came home and smelled her perfume on his skin and told myself I was wrong.

"Love, are you awake? Today I woke up horny, do you want to make a morning? I am even willing to give you the back of my life" His answer was blunt because his concern was more important and his wife already knew that when he sleeps alone, it is because he doesn't want anything. "Go away Amanda I don't want anything; my head is not for bed"-. The door opened letting in a voluptuous and beautiful woman who came to the bed where her husband was incredibly angry, you could see it in the dark circles under his eyes and his countenance, but she very affectionate commented