Time Traveler's Wife Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

> "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

Rachel asked after they were on the second floor, she looked around the room everything looked so neat it made her feel a little intimidated. "That one," answered Nicholas pointed his finger to one of the white doors next to her. Rachel quickly entered the room and closed the door behind her tightly. "Meet me in two hours! We're flying to Nashville today!" shouted him from the doorway. Rachel threw herself on the bed and covered her head with a pillow, she couldn't imagine how her parents would react upon hearing the shocking news of her accidental marriage. She looked around the room, everything was white. "Well everything has happened, I will go through everything well, two years is not lo

She stood up and ran to her immediately, looking into the book. "Over here - I was reading an acient story of a man who's wife was a Healer. It states here that one day, the man consumed a dangerous poison and was on the verge of death. So, his wife healed him" Sally paused and moved her finger a little down. "But over here, it states that the wife had died in 1903, while the husband died 2 years later" .she noted and looked at Martha who was equally having a confused look on.

"When I lost the baby and was hospitalized myself, she never came once either." Did she need to? Julian's flat response landed like a blade straight through her. She'd had a miscarriage. Did he even understand what that meant? She thought back to the woman in the next room during her own hospital stay, the one whose husband cooked for her every day, spoon-fed her brown sugar water by hand. She remembered overhearing them talk about trying again in six months, him telling her they were still young, that the crib they'd already bought wouldn't sit empty for long.

# THE HUSBAND I IMAGINED ## Season Two: The Life We Chose *A steamy contemporary romance novel — sequel season* --- ## Chapter One: The Journalist Vivian Cross had been building her career for fifteen years on exactly one skill: finding the seam in a story that everyone else had already decided was finished.

The truth belonged to only me. Her flowers had already wilted, but I still saw her face when I closed my eyes. My first and my only. The one mistake I’ll never forgive myself for. I told myself I’d stopped going. And yet, I stood there again today. With a fourth wife at my side, staring at a name that still knew how to cut me open. And then I kissed her. I kissed the new wife. The child my uncle forced into this madness. The scent of her skin clung to me even after she shoved me away. And instead of rage, all I felt was guilt. Because for one second, I forgot the only woman I was never supposed to forget. I forgot the ache I used to feel anytime I visited.

She saw it as fate. Her fate. Emelia closed her eyes now, a bitter taste filling her mouth. Back then, she had thought it was the perfect love story—the kind that began in blood and tears, but blossomed into happily-ever-after. But sitting alone in her bedroom three years into the marriage, with August’s demand weighing on her chest, she couldn’t help but wonder if fate had tricked her. The hospital had smelled of antiseptic and faint despair, but to Emelia, it became a strange cocoon. She remembered the stiffness of the sheets, the drip that bruised her veins, the ache that made her body feel like it belonged to someone else.

It just shook its head while grinning and having red ears. I reached for my cell phone in my pocket. And I was surprised by the time and date written there. It was 9 years ago. You mean...I went back in time?! or is this what they say is Parallel Universe? After we finished eating, I said goodbye to my friends. And went to where my wife often hangs out. She ventured there. And I was right. Se was there and sitting alone on a long bench. My heart beat faster. It almost disappeared inside my chest. I'm cold with nervousness. While walking towards her. She looks so innocent and calm. While reading a novel on the phone. I know very well what he always does to get rid of it.

“Yeah, the world sure does have a way of working shit out. Huh? Anyways, I found you, and then found out about my pregnancy. I came back here to New York to tell the twins. They forgive me for keeping the truth about my past from them. We were going to be okay. And then the day after I came back, I came home from a shopping trip with Nicholas to find this beautiful woman standing at my door.” “She's actually pretty? Why cant she just be a troll?” Amanda grumbles. “I know. She introduced herself as the twins' wife. She was all friendly but it seemed totally fake. Like, how the hell am i supposed to hate her when she was so fucking kind? The twins rushed home and found her there. They were sho