Time Traveler's Wife Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She became someone else when she was with him, someone she didn't recognize, someone she couldn't control. I read until the words blurred and my eyes burned and my chest felt like it was caving in. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that I was supposed to meet Maya in an hour. I had a coffee shop to find and a conversation to have and a truth to confront that was already unfurling in front of me page by devastating page. But I couldn't stop reading. I couldn't put the book down. My wife had written this. My wife had lived this. And I was the fiancé, sleeping in the next room, believing her lies, completely unaware that my father had taken her apart with a single handshake.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

It was something older than words, the sound of a person discovering that the thing they ran from has them again, and I pushed it down immediately because sound was information and I had very little left to spend. Something was struggling with my wrists. Maribel, working at a binding, her hands less steady than they'd been, her nose still swollen from what I'd done to it, her breathing through her mouth with the wet quality of broken cartilage. She was hurrying. That was the first useful thing I registered. She was moving with an urgency that hadn't been there before, which meant something had changed, which meant the timeline had shifted in some direction I didn't yet understand. I moved be

The three hundred page book and makeup are still inside, but her chocolates and money is not. “Well, at least they did not take my book.” Natalia says grumpily and walks back home, - Natalia let’s herself into the mansion and walks walks straight up into room she shares with Noah. “I don’t know, we could hangout Thursday evening. I’d be free.” She hears Noah saying from inside. Apparently, he is not aware of the fact that that she had come in minutes ago. “My wife, uh. I don’t know, don’t want her breathing down my neck or anything.” Natalia heard her husband sigh as she gets closer.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Eloise sat frozen, heart aching, eyes brimming with tears. Frantically, she searched her phone for answers, most of them confusing—until one article stood out. She tapped it. A bold heading appeared: “Understanding the Effects of Time Travel.” “This is it,” she whispered, reading on. Time travelers often feel fear and confusion, as if trapped in a vivid dream. That sounded familiar. But the next lines chilled her: “Time travel can offer second chances, but sometimes it becomes a cruel loop—forcing people to relive trauma and loss.”

The text of that book seemed to blur into an illegible mist. Clar frowned. Her memory wasn't bad by any means—how could she completely forget the plot of a novel she had read just a month ago? What she didn't realize was that because she—an outsider—had actively intervened and altered the established timeline, the original plot could no longer function. The future had been erased into a blank canvas, waiting entirely for her own hand to write it. A while later, Lucas's voice boomed from downstairs. "Female Master! Time for dinner!" Seeing that Ben showed no signs of waking up anytime soon, Clar decided to eat first. "Coming down now!"

It had started the moment I picked up my phone. Missed calls from Mrs. Chen. Fourteen of them. Then a string of messages, each one more urgent than the last, and finally the one that made my stomach drop completely — the notification that my wife had gone into labor and delivered our child while I was asleep in a hotel room across the city. I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time after reading that last message, staring at the screen.

Huddled in the cramped, bouncing seat of the public bus, Skylar "Skye" Vance watched the world crawl by—the dust-choked country roads, the endless, identical rows of low-slung, ugly houses. The visual assault of this familiar, yet utterly despised, small town finally dragged her from the dizzying reality of her time-traveling escape. This was it. She had truly returned. She had cheated fate, subverted her own brutal destiny, and was granted a second, chillingly potent life.