The Wife Who Slept Alone Novels & Stories

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.

I had run out of tears. That night, I slept alone. With my heart shattered into pieces. And tomorrow? Tomorrow I had to wake up. Smile. Pretend everything was fine, because I was a contract wife, and contract wives aren't allowed to complain.

Over time, she had learned to move with quiet precision, smoothing sheets, aligning pillows, leaving everything exactly as it should be. Order wasn’t a preference for me; it had been law, and she had clearly known that. I had always believed a wife’s bond rested not on affection alone but on anticipating a husband’s needs. By the time the day wound down, she closed her eyes, sinking into a deep, restorative sleep.

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.”

"My husband left me on our wedding night, Mother. He didn't just go for business. He went to France. And I think... I think he went to spend time with Katia." "What?" Mother’s voice was a sharp intake of air. She set her utensil down with a clatter. "Delia, that’s a heavy accusation. Are you sure? Why would he do such a thing?" "I’m not 100% sure it was Katia’s hand in that picture he posted, but Mother... she has the same nails. The exact same shade, the same shape. It just doesn't make sense. And the worst part?" I felt the hot sting of tears in my eyes, the humiliation finally breaking through my anger. "Julian won't even eat the food I prepare. He won’t even share a bed with me. He gave

As the voices present in the room broke the sleep of the pale body. She didn't mind. She was used to waking up in nights because of her dreams. But she kept laying there with a still position. Zeke closed the door of the bathroom as he soundlessly walked toward the bed and laid down. He could feel she was awake. But he didn't care. The only reason he had to keep her was that she was his wife. He never expected to get married to a stranger but this is what their fate was. She sighed softly again as she laid there with her eyes closed feeling the distance that she felt with everyone. She felt really alone. As if she was the only one present in the whole world.