Novel & Cerita What The Wives In My Dreams Are Real

I nestled into his chest, allowing his warmth to replace the cold shivers from my nightmare—the images fading from my memory. "You've been having these dreams a lot recently." "It's just a bad dream and nothing more. I've always had them," I replied, although the truth was, my dreams have seemed more like reality the past few months as if I was living two lives. My husband's arms tightened around me, and he planted a soft kiss on my head. "I'll be right here to chase them away with you. As I soaked up the love and warmth he gave me, our alarms began to blare out. "Jackson, we're under attack," I said in fear, body tensing.

Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.

Unable to stay mad at his wife but refusing to give her the satisfaction of getting ahead of him again, Tynan pretended to be inconsolable. From above the heavens, the creator of the G-phone's mysterious system smirked and stretched her hand out. "Pay up!" the Goddess of the Red Thread smirked. Love wasn't dead and she could prove it. The other Gods clicked their tongues in discontent but couldn't argue with it. The goddess won the bet fair and square. It didn't matter if they tempted the couple with money, prestige or other desires, Tynan walked away from every single one of them. It didn't matter if they removed Laura's memories, she still found her way back to him. Their love was genuine

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.”

"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

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.

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."