Romans & histoires Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife

"You promised me, back in the fields, that you'd never marry anybody else but me!" I looked back at him calmly and said, "That's true, and I've already married you in the past. Did you know that I gave up on furthering my studies in archeology just to marry you? I stayed in the village for your sake, to be a farmer's wife." I caressed the gold locket around my neck and continued, "But what did you do? You divorced me and married Janice right after that. You abandoned me when I was eight months pregnant.

"Wife of the late billionaire Emmette Nash. I ran away with my lover after my husband died. He's a murderer, and I want nothing to do with him. I renounce every share, every property my husband left me, and I want them transferred to Abigail De Ronte, the rightful owner of Nash Corps." Her hollow tone and the rehearsed words sent a chill racing down my spine. Before I could blink, the phone was snatched away, the video gone. Abigail’s entourage tucked it out of sight as if erasing the evidence from existence. "You already have everything settled then. I should take my—" I turned again, only to find the men closing in, their bodies forming a wall. They crowded together, herding me backward un

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

"What the hell is happening? Is that bastard back from wherever she went? A baby? Is she remarried? I need to be smart about this. I won't let this hinder Caspian from getting married to me.” "Hi love, what's the issue? Who is the person you are talking about? You look so worried! Tell me if I can help!" Annabel moved closer to Caspian, caressing his head. "My ex-wife is back! Imagine, with a boy! My secretary just informed me about it. Does this mean that she has remarried?" Caspian blurted out in pain. This provoked Annabel a bit; it's been almost four years, and Caspian didn't seem to have forgotten about Aurora.

She had just returned home to meet her son she abandoned. TBC....

Quinn was the one who accidentally let it slip during an argument. That night, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Jonathan. He was drunk, making him slur his words. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't know that Quinn would—" "You're drunk." "I'm not. My head is clear… I want to see you, Elizabeth. I want to see our child…" "We're divorced, Jonathan." "I know, but I regret it. I regret it so much… Why don't you come back to my side? I've already sent Quinn away. She'll never show her face around us ever again. Come back… Let's start over, okay?"

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

He demanded, facing Claire. “Darling? Love?” Claire mumbled to herself but audible enough for Abraham and the other woman to hear. “Oh, I see. You are still confused.” Abraham said then, held the strange woman's hand. “Rebecca here is my new wife. We just got married at the registry.” “What are you talking about Abraham?” Claire's voice shook. “I'm your wife–” “Not anymore, just sign the divorce and then we are done.” “Done? Are you crazy? This is beginning to sound like a dream. Today is our anniversary, remember?”

"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."

Abigail screamed and thrashed wildly. Under the watchful eyes of all the guests, the newlyweds were tossed out the door like garbage. Though Abigail had been stripped of everything, she clearly wasn't ready to admit defeat just yet. Over the next month, she launched a frenzied counterattack. After all, she'd spent years in the business world and still held onto some connections and back channels I hadn't been aware of. She teamed up with a shady offshore investment firm and, using the funds they provided, began aggressively buying up Jefferson Group's stock in a bid to reclaim control.