Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces Mga Nobela at Kwento

And then I heard it, my baby’s cries. “My baby... my child... please let me hold my child...” I sobbed desperately, extending may hand seeking him out. I could feel his presence nearby, but I couldn’t reach him, his cries burning deep into my soul. I felt like dying over and over. Suddenly, a burning slap landed across my cheek, throwing me violently to the ground. “You wicked woman!” an angry female voice screamed. “How dare you seduce my husband, you blind fool!” Another slap followed immediately.

And another, using both hands, hitting her wildly as Sarah grabbed Rebecca’s arms, pretending to calm things down. “Let’s use our words!” Sarah said loudly while “trying” to pull her back. “Use our words?!” the old woman screeched. Her face twisted with hate as she pointed at Rebecca. “This prostitute abandoned her husband’s house for days! She didn’t care if her husband was alive or dead! And now you dare to treat my son like trash?!” “My son pitied you and married you!” she continued, hitting Rebecca again. “Do you think my son can’t find another wife without you?! Huh?! Look at me, you filthy bitch!”

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Her phone vibrated with an unknown number. She opened the message. A photo attachment. Her breath stopped. It was an old picture—taken years ago—showing her in a heated argument with a former investor who later faced fraud charges. Another message followed: UNFIT MOTHERS HAVE SECRETS TOO Elena felt the room tilt. Victor wasn’t just attacking her present. He was digging into a past she fought to escape. Moments later, Adrian called. “Elena… it’s starting.” She closed her eyes. “I know.”

My mate slapped me. "How dare you slap me?" I scream, returning his slap to his face. He takes a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. My face brim with wrath as I gazed at him. His face was pallid, and his jaw was clenched. "How dare you reject me and slap me?" he retorted. "Do you want to die, bitch?" "I will never acknowledge you," I say angrily. "I don’t want a mate like you. By mating me with a piece of trash like you, the moon goddess must have made a mistake."

The man dodged the swing effortlessly, ripped the baton right out of my hands, and slapped me hard across the face. My vision went black, and I staggered before collapsing to the ground. "You don't know what's good for you!" another man growled, stepping forward and delivering a sharp kick straight to my abdomen. The excruciating pain made me curl up into a ball, and I almost couldn't catch my breath. "Don't touch her!" Adrian snarled, thrashing wildly. "Oh, someone's protective of her." The man with a scar on his face smirked before gesturing to his man. "Get her! Let's see how cocky she is when we're through with her!"

I was the jilted one, the daughter with a chip on her shoulders and a hostile womb, and Astrid was the one making sacrifices? “She slept with my husband!” “Oh please, Calista. You know your marriage to Merrick is just a business deal,” she eyes my belly.“ one which sadly, you are yet to complete.” “I get it, mother. I am a childless, empty body who only exists for the family's pleasure.” “Pleasure?” She scoffed, lips curled in a sneer. “Was it pleasurable when you killed my husband?” Her words stung hard, the venom creeping into my heart before I could even take a breath.

his laughter echoed through the room. My hand moved faster than my head, and before I knew it I punched him across the face. “No one dares call her that!!” He wiped the blood at the corner of his lip, and scoffed. “I never thought that there would be a day for me to witness this, you know I denied when I heard you took in a slave as a wife but see you care for her life this is another thing.” He leaned in and whispered. “It makes me want to fight for her more, let's see when your human wife becomes my stripper and moans my name with every breath she takes,” he burst into laughter.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

“I lost everything…every single thing I have ever worked for..” “No. You were given the wrong life.” The golden light surrounded me now, lifting me up in its warmth. I felt my pain peeling away like old skin. My heart felt... lighter. “You are being offered a rare gift: a second chance. A new beginning.” I hesitated. “My baby—what about my child?” The voice was quiet for a long moment before answering. “The child was a soul bound by suffering. It is free now. Just like you will be. But when you return, you return as you. Not Max’s wife. Not anyone’s shadow.”