All Chapters of HIS RUIN: SCORNED WIFE STRIKES BACK: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"I was talking to your wife, sir. I want to hear from her. Mr. Thompson, you are a little too tense for someone who claims to be innocent." Charles clenched his fist in anger. "Do you know who you’re speaking to? I could buy your entire precinct with the flick of a finger. Think carefully next time you speak to me, young man." He reached up and ran his fingers across the officer’s badge. "Officer John Harris, rank of patrolman." He paused, looking at the badge with a mocking smirk. "A patrolman. How quaint. Do you know I can have you reassigned, discredited, or removed with a single call? The people you answer to—your superiors—answer to me. Do you understand that?" The officer said nothing but didn’t flinch at the threat. He turned to me. "What do you say, ma’am?" I hesitated. "My sister Margaret was a quiet girl," I said softly. "And I know she adored Charles. She respected him. I am sure nothing happened between them; someone else must have pressured her

After that “one year” of newlywed bliss, I stopped taking the pills and started preparing for conception. So I brought it up one evening after dinner, thinking he’d be thrilled—happy to finally become a father. But instead, he looked more annoyed than excited. “I’m not ready yet. Let’s give it a little more time,” he told me. Another year passed. Then another. Until our fourth wedding anniversary. I stood infront of the mirror, holding a pregnancy test with trembling hands. You see, during year one—whenever I got pregnant (which, sadly, happened often)—Charles always demanded I flush it out. I cried for days for the first time. Weeks the second. By the third, I stopped crying. It became routine. God forgive me, I let it become routine. Because I loved him. I didn’t want to be the stubborn, disobedient wife. I thought it would end soon. But it didn’t. So, I decided that I have to put an end of it. I took a deep breath, said a short prayer, then walked tow

I collapsed back on the couch, my body heaving with sobs. “Oh God,” I cried, “what is this? What kind of marriage is this?” “I’m keeping this baby,” I whispered to myself. “I can’t lose another one. I won’t wait another year just to start over”. Should I tell his family? Confess to them that we have been getting rid of our babies for the past four years? How shameful would that sound? How did I allow myself into this mess? What was I thinking? How can love make me, so, so stupid that I agreed to such? Just then Charles walked back into the room. “Get dressed,” he said flatly. “The clinic’s expecting us. We’re leaving now. Don’t make me wait.” I sat there, numb. I wanted to cry again but I couldn't even shed a single tear. I guess this is what it means to be a good wife, right? A few minutes later, I was dressed and outside. He was already in the car, engine running. “What took you so long?” he asked the moment I opened the passenger door. I said nothi

I shrugged, smiling tightly. “ He provides… and I take care of the house. That’s what a good wife does, right?" Olivia shook her head in disbelief. “Eleanor, is that what you’ve been reduced to? You’re not even pretending to care about yourself anymore. You’re trying to sound strong, but you’re breaking, Eleanor. Don’t die in this marriage just to prove you can stay in it.” I gave a bitter laugh. “Die? Oh honey, I will be fine. I’m just going to be a good wife. That’s all. The best wife.” I am done crying for him, I thought. Olivia sighed. “Alright. But you deserve to be loved and respected. And if Charles can’t give you that, then maybe you need to rethink what you’re holding on to.” I nodded with a forced smile. We stepped out of the car. The sunlight felt ten times hotter. My legs were shaky, and my vision blurred. A sudden stab of pain ripped through my lower abdomen like a knife slicing flesh from the inside. I arched my back in agony, clutching at my stom

“Mr. Charles! Like I said, her condition is critical. Hosanna Specialist Hospital. Come as soon as possible. That's all I’ve got to tell you.” “Listen, woman, I’ve got important business to attend to. I can’t drop everything because she’s crying wolf again. Tell her to get over it—whatever it is. She's always making a big deal out of nothing, so I should leave my business and come attend to a woman who fainted for no reason? If she's stressed, let her take a rest. Her manipulation won't work on me this time.” Charles replied coldly. Olivia felt her hands curl into fists. “Business? What business? Because I saw you today with a bimbo. You had all the time in the world to spoil another woman but not enough to stand by your own wife during a medical emergency? What if it was you in this condition and she ignored you—would you be happy? You can't take half of what you dish out to her. Eleanor has done nothing to deserve such ill treatment from you…” She heard a clicking sound an