Abandoned Wife Rebirth To Slap Faces Novels & Stories

"Your grandmother. She died young, in the records, but the archivist's note said: the line will find its way back." "And then my mother left North Ridge," Claire said slowly. "And then she died. And then I was supposed to marry Derek and die in his cell." She followed it forward. "And the line — what? Refused? Sent me back?" "I don't know," he said. "I don't think anyone knows exactly how it works. I think we're two people who were handed a second run at something and told: try again. Do it differently." He looked at her hand in his. "And I ended up at your wedding for a reason I couldn't explain, and you walked to me."

Her fingers clenched into a fist for a moment, then relaxed, and her hand swung toward Adrian’s face. Slap! ​ Her palm slammed against his cheek. The impact pulled hard at the fresh stitches on her hand, igniting a searing pain beneath her skin. Adrian’s head jerked to the side. The imprint of five fingers was immediately visible on his cheek. For a moment, the man seemed frozen, as if refusing to accept the reality that the woman who had always been submissive now dared to strike back. “You’re right, I’m out of my mind… for marrying you, out of my mind for falling in love with you, being your wife is the biggest regret of my life!”

"You're probably just jealous of how happy I am! I'm going to give birth to the future Don of the famiglia! What is your true intention in suggesting I abandon my position?" I exhaled slowly. "How do you even plan on getting pregnant if Julian can't even perform in the bedroom? You shouldn't assume that just because you had been reborn and had taken him from me that things will play out the way they did last time, Vivienne." "What do you mean by that? How did you find out—" Dominic snatched my phone and said coldly, "You should worry about your own husband, Vivienne. If you bother Isabella one more time, I'll make sure everyone sees exactly what those 'injuries' on you really look like."

I called for help, but nobody answered. Then I heard loud laughter. I turned, and there they were—Julian and Selene, laughing at me. Laughing that I’d lost the child. “No—that’s impossible. My child…” I cried. “Please don’t take my child away from me!” I really cried for help, but no one answered. “Abort that bastard child of yours.” Julian’s voice echoed through my head, cold and merciless. I saw myself crying. I cried so hard. Then I heard my name.

And it doesn’t help matters when he’s nibbling his lower lip. An abrupt ringing in my ear causes me to wince as my sight blurs and darkens. Pain stretches through my jaws, even itching in my bones. I only realize what has happened when I find Zeath's hand withdrawing from my face. He slapped me. He fucking hit me! “Keep my wife and child out of your mouth!” he bellows. Maybe that’s all I need to get the fuck up. “Wife?” I utter as I rise to my feet. Pushing Zeath backward with all my strength, he barely moves. “That woman is a mistress. I am your wife!”

I held my cheek in daze for a long time after I was slapped on the face. That was when I realized I had returned to the day I got married. My head was hurting intensely, and the first thing I saw was the savage look on my mother-in-law's face, and the coquettish smile on Candice Channing's face. The same thing happened in my past life when Candice instigated my mother-in-law using a fake premarital health screening report, and almost ruined my reputation and wedding. My mother-in-law started accusing me, "You shameless little sl*t! I'll beat you to death!"

Bash frowned in confusion as Tobi continued, “the pride flag was once used to insult us, faggot was/is used to insult us but rather than cry our asses, we owned the insults, that's how I became this strong, I owned every insult thrown at me , you can do same.” “You mean I should accept that I am a whore but…I am not, “Bash argued but Tobi didn’t say anything. He only looked In his eyes wordlessly explaining things to him. “Say it.” “Say what?” Bash asked. “Say you are a whore.” “What?!” “Say it!” Tobi insisted. After much hesitation Bash said it, “I am a whore…” “Louder!” “I am a whore!” “I can’t hear you!” Tobi shouted.

She slaps me as others laugh and I guess that gives her the motivation,she continues to slap and punch me to her satisfaction, she then walks to the sink and washes her hands. " Well that's enough for now,we don't want you passing out before we record this video and send it to your sweet little boyfriend, that stupid boy ceased being my son the moment he disrespected me and called me a whore , but now I'll show him who the whore is between me and you" Charlotte says and Natalie agrees with her

This was a year ago. I lifted the file to my face, and everything started clawing back into my head. Yes. I remember this day. It was the day I gave everything up to become a housewife to Mathew. It was the day I gave Megan everything. The day my nightmare all began. I was given another chance to live again! “Talk to me, honey. Do you need me to take you to the hospital?” Mathew's voice cut through my thoughts, and I snapped my head to look at him.

She glared at me with venom in her eyes and screamed, “You old hag! You’re the one who switched the lubricant with glue, aren’t you?!” David wasn’t far behind, his tone equally vicious. “You decrepit old witch, you dared to mess with me? Just wait—you’ll be on the streets with your worthless son soon enough!” Their threats didn’t scare me in the slightest. Instead, I gave them a wide grin, enjoying their frustration. I looked at the two of them as if they were nothing more than monkeys in a zoo. Slowly, I pulled out my phone and waved it at them. “The glue was just the beginning,” I said, enunciating each word with deliberate glee. “I’ve got the whole show on video—uncut and ready to share.