Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Nikolai what, what are you talking about?, why wou, why would you“ my hands roughly going through my hair. He cut me off, his voice sharp. “Liora’s back.” For a second the name didn’t register. Then it did, my stomach twisted. Liora hale. His college sweetheart, His first love. “What, what do you mean she’s back?, back as in, back in belgrave?, or what” My voice cracked, trying to steady my laboured breathing, and bring the ringing in my head to stop, more tears streaming down my cheeks without permission. A stinging feeling of betrayal blossoming in my chest.

"Esat wasn't going to kill me, he took me out of the house so Grandpa would calm his anger, to save me. But he was about to take me out of town and give me a new life, but of course, you show up and ruin everything again." "Melek, I'm your husband, I'm going to protect you." Her patience seems to be wearing thin because she says those words to me with more force than necessary. "Forget it, you stopped being my husband when you abandoned me in the cabin. I don't even know why you're back." "That's the way things must be." "I don't care, just go." I continue on my way hoping that some kind soul will show up and take pity on my deplorable state.

He tried to touch me but I stepped back from him immediately. "You broke me into many fragments Carlo. It took a lot of effort to fix me again. I won't have you or anyone ruin my life in that manner ever again!" I turned away and stepped into the waiting cab, closing the door after me and ignoring his attempt to chase me as the cab began moving. My eyes sting me and the tears continue to flow down my cheeks and I did nothing to stop them. Who abandons his bride on the day of their wedding without any notice, not a single word and disappears without a trace for a long time, only to show up years later in another country, begging to be forgiven, begging to be taken back?

Clara’s pov I woke within the week with a text from Nick, my soon to be ex-husband. “When are you coming back home?” I read it over and over again, then something between a snort and a chuckle passed through my lips. He still thought that everything I did was a bid for his attention. But I had already planned for this. I knew he wasn't going to let me walk out of the marriage with 30 million dollars, especially now that his parents' company was expanding. He couldn't lose such a huge amount without also losing their favor in the process.

“He clearly can’t take care of you anymore. Just dump him. Dump the marriage and be a free woman.” I raised an eyebrow, genuinely shocked by the suggestion. “I should end my marriage and be a free woman?” I asked, folding my arms. “I’m guessing this is because you want to have full access to me whenever you're horny. But if I say you should dump your wife and become a free man so you can be with me, would you do that?” His reaction was immediate. He cleared his throat, looking away, suddenly very interested in the bedsheets. “Baby, you know my case is different,” he said.

"Even a filthy animal can make you this upset, but I'm your wife, and you treat me so cruelly? Who's the one who's truly heartless here?" I gritted my teeth. "Oh, now you remember you're my wife? Why didn't you seem to remember that when you were screwing around with Travis? Alright, enough bullshit. Just tell me—what will it take for you to give Patches back to me?" She sneered. "You just need to sign this contract, and I'll return the animal to you." She tossed a folder to me. I opened it and saw that it was a contract to sell my patents.

This woman… I would never understand her, never! “I love you, Huddie. Let’s start all over, please” She pleaded, sniffling back her tears as she moved to his direction. But instead, all she got was cold shoulder from Hudson as he walked right past her, like she was nothing in his eyes. “The only person I need to start all with is my woman who I abandoned because of how foolish I was. Next to her, you’re simply insignificant and that’s all you will ever be!” Woah

I bury my face in my palm. Fuck… I kidnapped someone else’s wife. What have I done? What will I do now?

Whitmore didn't recognize me. I looked back at the older woman. "I'm sorry if that question was too personal," she said gently. I gave a small shake of my head. "It's all right." I smiled faintly. "The truth is... I am married." Mrs. Whitmore's eyes immediately widened. "Oh? So you are married?" I nodded. "It's just that..." my voice dropped for a moment, "...we're in the process of divorcing." Mrs. Whitmore's expression shifted at once. Her smile faded, replaced by sympathy.

The memory twisted like a knife inside her. She blinked hard and looked away from her hand, forcing the image down. That man didn’t exist anymore. The one who had pushed divorce papers across the table and called her a thief had replaced him completely. Her mother was still at the Sterling house, taking care of Julian’s frail mother like she had for years. Sarah hadn’t told her anything yet. How could she? How did you explain over the phone that you had signed away three years of marriage, that your husband believed you stole from his family, and that you were now carrying the child he swore could never exist? The words stuck in her throat every time she picked up the phone. So she stayed si