Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

She was sympathetic towards me when she heard the sad turn out of events that left me broken but probably stronger. Although all this was in the past, it seemed almost impossible to be completely erased from my memory. Every painful and happy moment in the mansion made me realize that I was strong for handling it all and still standing strong at the end of the day. "Braden's old wife showed up from nowhere after many years of abandoning her family and now she is trying to claim Braden and Vanessa back. Yes, I understand that Vanessa is her biological child and Braden is legally married to her but she has lost the right to come back into their lives.

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

By rights, she was the one who was supposed to be handling the Sunday lunch. She sighed and lifted herself higher by flapping her feet. She was thinking of how relieved she had been when she moved back home after the divorce. She had wasted years serving a man who was not only unfaithful but also had a violent streak in him. For her parents to accept her back home after they had denounced her when she chose to get married against their wishes five years ago was a true blessing. By then her father was still working at the residence of Wayne as a butler.

I throw the covers back, ready to run, to find her…Then I see the calendar. The morning after our wedding. My hand freezes on the bedpost, no. I blink…look again but the date hasn't changed. I stumble back. My legs hit the edge of the bed and I collapse onto it, staring at that calendar. Ten years ago. I drag a hand down my face slowly, forcing my breathing to steady. So this is what it is. A second chance. If I am reborn, it means Elara, she's here, before the pills, the divorce and accident. My fingers curl slowly against the sheets.

His wife Kara is worried. He is not yet ready to face his wife whom he abandoned. He needs to think and go far before returning to his house with his wife.

“Ryan! Since you are fully aware of this fact, why don't you try your luck else where instead of lurking around Ciara, in the past, you kept on using various devious means just to get to her, but I can assure you that whatever plan that you intend cooking this time around is definitely not going to work” “Ciara is my wife and have a son for me, you should be saying this to yourself, bringing flowers and pretending to care is not going to make her love you, Ciara has no feelings whatsoever for you, the earlier you understand that, then the better we can walk past this stage”. “Your wife and yet you were so quick to abandon her as soon as another woman came into the picture, how certain are we

something like that but in the end I had won him over. But now she was back and not just on another other time but at the the worst possible moment just when my marriage with Marcus was about to hit rock bottom. What the hell happened when and how did they get back together? My breath hitched as realization dawned slowly. The woman from the other end of the line, the mother of his baby? It couldn’t be her… could it? The front door opened at that instant and I turned to see Marcus leading her in. One arm wrapped around protectively and possessively around her waist, the other pulling a suitcase behind him.

“Hush. She’s fine. I sent her on her way. But one call is all I’ll need to make, and she won’t be so fine anymore. So, answer me this: Who are you?” When I’d been abandoned at the altar, I thought life couldn’t get any worse. When I found out my mother had stolen my college savings, I was in despair—but if I thought things couldn’t get worse, this proved me wrong. Now, I just wanted my life back. “Are you my husband’s little whore? Is that why he did this to our family?” she pushed. One of the men stepped forward, and I flinched when he grabbed my jaw. “She looks fine, but I don’t think there’s any pussy so good that Dad would leave his fortune to her for that.”

When I turned to Cassian his eyes answered it all “You're so evil Cassian. I have loved you for six years, I have loved you relentlessly and all I ever asked was for you to return my love. Why? Why would you do this to me, why would you do this to us?." “I told you Freya, I married you because I wanted to secure my deal. Sign this divorce papers and leave my house." “I'm not leaving, this is my house too. Your father picked me six years ago to be your wife and I said my vows on an altar, I am not leaving you." Genevieva threw the files on me and she folded her hand across her chest. Cassian neared me and I shifted backwards till I had no other place to go. His fingers tightened on my cheeks