Novel & Cerita The Wife Who Slept Alone

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

His eyes bore shock, “what?!” “Six years they were married.” “But they’re long divorced, right? It’s the only way she would come to that club. I mean…” I shook my head, amazed by how fate fucking worked, “no. You slept with your cousin’s wife that night.” “But she…I mean, she was, I thought she was single.”

A silk nightie shrugged to cover her body—nothing that could hint at seduction or intimacy, not that it ever mattered. When she came back to bed, Roman was nowhere in sight. The room was empty. Tonight he had decided to leave her alone. She sighed and climbed into bed, pulling the blanket up around her. The sheets felt cold. This was how she usually slept anyway—alone, even in marriage. To the outside world, they might have looked like a couple. They’d play their roles well, sit close when needed, and smile just enough to avoid suspicion. But inside these walls, the silence between them stretched like a valley. She turned to one side then the other.

Her mother asleep against the door, her head turned to the side, her hospital blanket still tucked around her. “Mum,” Elena breathed. Then Victor Blackwood’s voice came through the speaker, calm and almost bored. “Bring me your wife, Adrian.” Adrian’s hand tightened around the phone. Victor continued, softer now. “Or Mrs Hart never wakes up.”

Rachel had been taking care of me, but the moment he said he was in pain and scared, she left without hesitation and stayed with him for the entire night. When she came back the next day, she looked exhausted and explained that he was her patient and her brother-in-law, so she could not ignore him. Things like that kept happening repeatedly. Once, I was invited to a formal dinner and needed to bring a partner. She had already agreed to go, but after Daniel said he felt unwell, she left without even telling me. My business partners started wondering whether I even had a wife, or if she was just an excuse I used every time. I almost became a joke to everyone.

She wants to be held and I want to give her what she wants. She slept in my arms and I couldn't get any sleep, I also couldn't stop looking at her. I don't know when but some time later, I finally fell asleep with my wife in my arms, the love of my life with me. I don't know how long I was asleep for but I know that it was the best sleep I have ever had in a long time. I haven't been able to have a good night's rest because my wife hasn't been with me and as much as she said that the bed was cold without me, for me and was twice as worse because I felt like the whole house was cold without her. I guess it's true when they say that only a woman can turn a house into a home and without her thi

Chapter 11: Old Friends ADRIA The irony was so sharp it could cut. My husband was desperately trying to secure a meeting with me, not knowing he slept next to me every night. Well, one night recently. Usually, I slept alone in my marital bed, another piece of furniture in his collection. "Perfect," I said. "That gives me an idea." "I don't like that tone. That's your scheming tone." "It's my getting-even tone. There's a difference."

She sat alone in her quiet kitchen, perched on a tall stool by the counter. This was her reality now. Single and Alone like a free bird, with a peaceful mind. Peace was something she had not known in five long years. Five years of living in a marriage that looked perfect from the outside but was empty on the inside. She lifted her cup of coffee and took a slow sip. The warmth spread through her chest, but her mind drifted back to what happened two days ago in Dreston's bedroom. Her breath hitched slightly. She had never been in that room before. Not once. Even as his wife, she had never shared a bed with him. Yet he had taken her to his bedroom. They even slept on his bed together..

“If you’ve got amnesia, don’t worry, I’ll help you remember. I am Adrian’s wife. By virtue of marital bliss, this house is mine too.” Her laughter was shrill, grating against my already frayed nerves. “You must think you’re so clever,” I snapped, lowering the vase. “But if you think you can waltz in here and.. ” She cut me off with a wave of her hand, her voice dripping with condescension. “Wife, huh? Tell me, darling wife, why do you sleep in a different room? Because I know Adrian. He’s… let’s just say, not the type to let his wife sleep alone.”

“There’s nothing…no evidence of her, he doesn’t mention her. Not even a stray hair in our bed.” “She didn’t live in the alpha house…..she lived alone.” “Alone?” What kind of wife and Luna lives alone? “You need to show me.”