Wife Goes Black Novels & Stories

Anyone could see who had been beaten. I stepped forward with a limp. "I'm the one who called." The officer nodded and turned to Andrew and Jenny. "Then, you two are the medical personnel suspected of breaking the law." Andrew forced a stiff smile, desperate to scramble out of it. "No, officer, you've misunderstood. She's the one who botched the surgery and killed that patient. She's trying to blame us. And the assault never happened. She's my wife. We just had a little disagreement, that's all."

The attending physician's voice struck me like lightning. The strength drained out of my body instantly. I collapsed into the pool of blood beneath me. My vision started to darken as my ears filled with a sharp ringing. The word "flatlined" echoed in my head. "No… That's impossible," I muttered, my voice raw. "Please save her, Wendy. You have to save my mom!" I scrambled toward her like a madman and clutched her legs, tears and blood mixing on my face.

But there were just so many things going through his head. The moment Luca left, Black walked into his main house and headed straight to the living room where his wife was resting. “You are here, Darling,” the woman said and wrapped her hands around the man. Even though they were now old, she would do this often. “Mmh,” Black nodded and took a seat. “Do you remember anything that happened before Cammy disappeared?“ He asked, his eyes looking at his wife. The woman froze immediately. Black could see fear in her eyes. Maybe he was just overthinking?

In a matter of seconds, I reach the medical wing of the castle, bursting through the doors, screaming, "SOMEONE HELP ME! MY WIFE IS DYING... PLEASE!" My cries are desperate like never before. Well, I've never had something this horrifying happen to me and even with her bleeding a lake blood on me, turning my once white shirt a deep, dark red. I blink once, then twice, and a group of white coats and scrubs are gathered around me, pulling at Willow from my arms- a tight grasp that I don't want to stop. What if they hurt her more than she already is? Maybe I can help her, do the same thing I did on the wedding night when Raven tried killing her.

The world spun, twisted. Caroline stood. "Elena?” Yrsa said something I couldn’t hear. The room tilted. My breath caught. Ex. Derek. Wedding. Pain. Betrayal. A woman in white. Blood. Screaming. My vision exploded in white. And then everything went black.

My husband, my son, my life—and I couldn't bring myself to open the car door. I gripped the leather steering wheel until the bones in my fingers ached, then tighter, until my hands began to shake violently. I couldn't catch my breath. Not physically—my lungs were pulling air—but my ribcage felt entirely crushed under a weight that had no shape, no name, and no end. I lowered my forehead against the cold plastic of the wheel and finally let the reality slip out into the quiet cabin of the car. "My God," the words came out broken, tearing at my throat. "My God, what have I done?"

I heard the ladies shout and trooped out but she ignored all of them and headed for my office. “You have to help me Helena” she cried out to me, her eyes brimming with tears “Is anything the problem?” I asked calmly and she kept pointing towards her room “Black, black is dying” she screamed and I jumped to my feet. We both rushed back to her room and saw Mr. Black struggling for his life. His skin was filled with rash and his throat was swollen, he could not speak or close his mouth and with the look of things, one could tell that his life was flashing right in front of him.

Disheveled like the day I found him on his bedroom floor, surrounded by chaos. He’s in the driver’s seat. Bolivar isn’t insight neither is Orbot. “What can you say about this, sir? Is it true Mr. Blackwood suffered a heart attack and you waited before calling the ambulance?” “What happened to your wife” another drags out almost stumbling in the horde. What kind of vile question is that? Why can’t they just leave him alone? “He’s a lost cause, sweetie,” Celeste whispers, her minty breath brushing against my cheek as she pulls the phone away.

" I interrupted, my heart sinking with dread. The silence on the other end was deafening, leaving me desperate for answers. "Say it, fuck it! What happened to my wife?" I demanded, my voice cracking with fear. The woman finally spoke, her words heavy with sorrow: "I'm sorry, Mr. Grey. Your wife, we lost her while treating her injuries from the car accident." I pushed the brake hard and pulled over to the side of the road, my mind reeling with shock and disbelief. Tears welled up in my eyes as I tried to process the devastating news. I couldn't breathe, my heart pounding in my chest as the reality of the situation sank in. The world around me seemed to blur as I struggled to come to terms wit

All of them are crazy for her! Mary Kinson stepped forward and actively took Gu Willilam's arm. The good-looking fox's eyes caught the charm of provocation and fascination, and inadvertently brushed Eva Black's angry face: "Don't worry, I will save money for the Black family." Eva Black is angry, but she is afraid of Gu Wililam. She dare not say more, but can only watch them go away.