Wanda On Big Love Novels & Stories

she says softly, “but she is asleep. Not dead. Not gone. Just... trapped. Asleep.” My breath hitched. She wasn’t just talking about some metaphor. She knew. “How do you—?” I started, but she held up a hand. “The cards speak. I only listen.” Wanda leans in closer. The candlelight flickered, catching in her many rings and necklaces, the shadows dancing on her lined face. “She sleeps because something broke her. A trauma. A wound that was buried too deep to heal. You believe it was Derek’s death.” Her eyes narrowed. “But you are wrong.”

That's where he was heading to? "Zach I don't want to talk about Dahlia's dad." He nodded in understanding. "Okay, do you still love Ian?" "Hell no!" I answered without thinking. ~Girl would you quit lying to yourself? You know you still love him. Deep deep deep down there, you still love him.~ Zach walked over to me and hugged me. "Judging from your body language, I know he really hurt you sweetie, but it's okay, okay?" I nodded. If only you knew he's the father of my Dahlia, Zach. If only you knew.

“That sham marriage of yours must be exhausting.” A chorus of laughter followed. “Seven years with that woman,” another voice chimed in. “You must feel trapped.” Adrian’s voice came again, low and heavy. “You have no idea.” The words pierced through me deeper than I ever expected. I stood paralyzed outside the door, my heart shattered. “Man,” someone joked, “I bet you’re counting the days until that contract ends.” Adrian didn't answer. But he didn't deny it, either. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe. Imagine how he complains. Imagine how I lived. Seven years of silence. Seven years of humiliation. Seven years of loving someone who never wanted me.

Love wasn’t a fight you could win with logic and strategy. Love was chaos. Love was something you had to trust would still be there even when everything else wasn’t. And trust? That wasn’t something she gave easily. Not when she had spent her whole life learning that it could be ripped away in an instant. "She’s not like the others," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "This is different." Lucas smirked. "No shit, it’s different. She’s the only woman you’ve ever brought home to your parents." Adam nodded. "And the only woman who hasn’t put up with your bullshit."

She couldn't remember what the actress he was with looked like, but she remembered him for sure. "Oh, someone else packin' some heat?" Wade asked. Toni giggled. "He's packing all the heat, baby." "No shit?" he asked, raising his eyebrows and obviously impressed. "How big?" Bryce asked, then looked over at Wade. "No homo," he added, with a grin and a shrug. Wade laughed in response, but then both looked at Toni, then Alex. "God... like... what would you say Alex?" Toni asked. "I don't know," she said, a little embarrassed. "It was big, I know that. 9 inches?" she guessed.

Wendy Fisher loves me with all her heart. Ten years ago, she was willing to trade her life to save mine. I give up my money, power, and identity without hesitation to elope with her. But when I go into shock from blood loss after a car accident, I can't get through to her on the phone. At that moment, her assistant posts a picture on Instagram with the caption, "Reunited as a family of three, safely and happily." In the photo, I see Wendy holding the baby's hand. She's so happy that she's even forgotten to take off her wedding ring. It turns out even a love forged in life and death amounts to nothing more than this. I smile bitterly and dial my stepmother's number. "I want to restore