What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real Novels & Stories

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

“The Righ has always had a fated mate. She is such a unique creation that a mate was needed to balance her. Both of them are reborn and are supposed to find each other.” Something shifts in the pit of my stomach. Is he saying what I think he’s saying? Suddenly all the dreams I’ve been having lately, the ones I’ve been so adamant on dismissing, they come rushing back to me. Were all of them real and not just dreams borne as a manifestation of my own loss? I feel shaken by this and suddenly nothing makes sense to me. If I take those dreams as true, then everything that I was told in them also holds true. And James had told me, as had Ben, that I had a true mate out there.

"But, if you are constantly having sexual relationships in your dreams with a particular person, if you have a strong dislike for marriage, if you are married, but have an insatiable appetite for sex if you are constantly being dumped by a serious partner if you feel pregnant in your dreams, but can never see the father, if you are breastfeeding a baby in dreams if you were pregnant and then had a miscarriage after sexual dreams if you have dream marriage if you have constant wet dreams if you have a very late marriage or no marriage at all." "Hmmm," I murmured in wonder. "Now having said this though, I must say that dreams have many meanings, and one should be careful with its interpretatio

At this time I could hear my heart pumping so loud,I was trembling vigorously, I felt so cold. The bedroom door was wide open infront of me,Oh my God! I couldn't believe what I saw!"ooh! my dear wife u don't deserve this,No no no no noooooo"I yelled helplessly."No this must be a dream,it's a dream, who did this to you?fuck you!" I wished someone could slap me so hard, to wake me up from that terrifying dream. "Fuck you, Duke this is not a dream it's reality get up and help your dieing wife,"I told myself.

Leaning in until his breath tickled my ear, he murmured huskily, "Your body doesn’t tempt me, my ugly wife." The words hit me like a cold slap. My eyes flew open, and the dream shattered. Reality came crashing down. I was back in my room, drenched in sweat, haunted by yet another fantasy that could never be real. I wiped my forehead and let out a bitter laugh, mocking myself. "I dream about the man who despises me, the man who happens to be my husband." Dragging myself out of bed, I stood before the mirror. My long hair framed my face, cascading down my back. Emerald-green eyes stared back at me, filled with sorrow. I was beautiful by most standards, but to Areen, I was ugly.

Is it true that they're married? I shook my head, trying to convince myself that it wasn’t true. Please, Ana, wake up! This is just a dream. What I saw isn't real. I hugged myself as thunder rumbled overhead. It seemed like the rain wanted to match the pain and emotions I was feeling. “M-Mateo!” I sobbed, his name escaping my lips. “What does this mean? Are you really married to someone else? To Chloe? Why? Why did you do this? I'm your wife!” I cried.

A bitter feeling I couldn't describe rose from the depths of my chest and lodged itself in my throat. I didn't know how long I stood there afterward. Eventually, I clenched my fists and forced myself to leave. When I appeared outside the law firm, my friend, Arnold Simmons, looked shocked. "What are you doing here?" Then, he seemed to realize something and punched me with a frown. "What? Your wife finally gave you permission to come see me?" A bitter smile tugged at my lips. Not long after I married Quinn, she deleted every woman's number from my contacts list, saying she felt insecure. A while later, she deleted all the men's too, claiming only that would put her at ease.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

All of it, every single second, wiped away with one careless sentence. Finally, I thought of that marriage contract, stamped and signed, and the tears spilled over. “Seven years, Luca. And I’m only just now finding out who’s really in your heart.” Luca’s eyes went wide. His voice cracked, rough and broken. “What… what did you just say?” I shook my head, a bitter smile on my face. “I’m just a servant’s daughter, Luca. What power, what connections, would I have to hire rival family soldiers to go after the Lombardi princess?”

I choked out, "Jake, is it really you? Are you Jake?" He woke up completely then, reaching over to switch on the bedside lamp. Concern filled his eyes as he asked me, "Of course, it's me. What's with the waterworks, babe?" I touched his face with trembling fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin to reassure myself this wasn't a dream. "I think… I had a really, really long nightmare. In it, you disappeared, and nobody in the world remembered you. I even married someone else—" Jake laughed softly and pulled me into his arms. "You silly fool. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I'm right here. I've always been here."