Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

To find my estranged husband, I have to get out of my hideout for three years and expose myself. I need to leave the sanctuary of my home. “I don’t seem to have any choice, do I? Caleb Kingston is coming back to Glendale. I have to see him there.” “Just so you know, I am fully supporting you on this.” My heart melted, and I could have sworn I cried “Aw!” when I heard Reynold say it. I was truly overwhelmed by the show of support. These people surrounded me in a warm embrace. “I don’t know what I did in my past life to deserve you, babe.”

I turn to see Joanna in a robe looking at me with a smile. "Are you okay?" She asks "Well the past week has been overwhelming. I found out my girlfriend or should I say ex girlfriend is a thief and has been deported, somehow I'm back into the arms of my ex wife within 3 day" I say with a sigh "Come on Nik,I promise you wouldn't regret taking me back"she says and kisses me. Maybe this would be bad or so as I thought. ......................

“The other woman? Bethany raised her eyebrows. Daphne sauntered her around, "Why, aren't you the other woman? You know that Zayn and Danica have a marriage contract, but you've been pestering him. Isn't this a typical mistress?" Bethany seemed to hear the big joke, crossed her arms, and laughed, "There are all kinds of "Nuts" in this world nowadays. The real mistress said that someone else was the one. It was the first time I saw it. Ms.Dean, have you forgotten how you became the legal wife?"

The way she returned that day would be shocking to any normal family. She was like a abandoned woman, with red eyes and shocked state. Even though she was the one who wanted to break things up between them, but was behaving the one who was abandoned. It had taken a lot of efforts for her to tell him to leave her. When she first went through rebirth she was very angry at him. It was like all her emotions for him were wiped out. She didn't feel any love for her husband. She even proposed to divorce at that time and had a heart for revenge.

I exclaim as I cross-check my wrist watch and I realize that I have been working for so long. “As far as I am concerned, the three hours that I was away is enough to get your work done, so suspend whatever you are doing and give me the gist so that I can know the next step we are to take to set the ball of our revenge mission rolling,” she says, drawing out the chair in front of me. “I just came back to a year in my life after I was murdered by my supposed husband’s legal wife, so I am still trying to get used to a lot of things that I have not been used to in a very long time,” I explain.

Her expression dimmed for a moment, but she still smiled and said, "I would have kept trying to escape. If I couldn't get out today, then tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after. One day, I would have escaped that hell." I asked again, "What if you never got out?" She was silent for a long time. Then she answered, "Then I would have taken them all down with me." I was deeply drawn to this stubborn, unyielding girl. She was like a wild weed, thriving defiantly in barren soil. Later, Maeve and I got together. When she learned about my past, she held my hand with great tenderness and said, "You have a family now." On the tenth anniversary of our being together—the year I turned thirty—Mae

"Lynn Sawyer, you gave birth to a child and abandoned him. You know child abandonment is a crime." The neighbors were already waking up one by one, stretching their necks to catch a glimpse of the commotion. I stared at him. Then, in the next breath, I yanked off my slipper and swung it straight across his face. "You shameless old man! You dare show up at my door and frame me? I don't even have a boyfriend, and you claim I had a baby? Have you ever seen a woman who just gave birth and can still fight like this? Do I look like I just had a baby?"

I wanted to ask questions, to know why she thought of me that way, but I knew I would only hurt myself should I do that. Pain and frustration swirled inside me. I wanted to scream, "I'm your husband! Your partner! How can you see me as an outsider?" But my voice was trapped, silenced by the weight of her words. She was right, in a way. This was what I called on myself when I abandoned her. I glanced around her home, feeling like a guest who had overstayed his welcome. A sense of desperation crept in. I needed to reclaim my place in her life, to prove I wasn't

I think about the divorce signature. The word slams like a door. Like a judgment. Like a punishment. And yet, I'm the one who will sign it. I'm the one who will make it real. Because I no longer have a choice. I already lost myself by staying. I can't afford to lose myself again by retreating. But it hurts. Terribly. I think of him. Of Marius. Of the way he used to look at me. Before. Before she arrived. Before I became too simple, too sad, too transparent. Before he abandoned me to glorify her instead.