Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The phone kept ringing in my pocket. She turned her back to me, returning to her packing. Her shoulders were shaking. “I’m coming back,” I said. “Just know—you’re my wife.” “No.” She didn’t turn around. “I’m just a fool who signed your contract.” The phone rang again. Insistent. Demanding. I had to go. I turned and left the room, already hating myself for it.

“You can go home if this place reminds you of her.” “She was there too.” He taps my back. “You got it pretty bad, cuz. You’ll win Abby back, I promise you, Seb. You’re the kind of man who never gives up until he gets what he wants. And you will never give up on her now, now that she’s your wife, and I know she still loves you. Love won’t just vanish like that, man. I will help you with everything I can. You just have to pull yourself together and get back on the game. I’ll even kidnap her for you if I have to—”

I didn't bother to hire a cab, it was so stupid of me but I needed some time to figure out my next step before heading back to home. I met my ex-husband after five years and he has not changed a bit. He's the same ruthless man who doesn't care for my feelings and turned completely blind to diffentiate between good and bad people. He has a snake for a wife but he thinks she loves him the most in this world.

"Cough, cough... Dominic, I mean no offense. I just genuinely admire Vivian Carter. She handled that divorce so decisively, and when it comes to dealing with rivals, she plays her cards like a pro. She's clearly been hiding her true strength all along." Godwin Jones noticed my dark expression and continued, "I used to think Vivian Carter wasn't good enough for you, but now it seems like you two are a perfect match. I’m all in on this couple, so I thought I’d help you get back together." Just the thought of her resolve ignited a fire within me. I took a big gulp of red wine and snapped, "She doesn't deserve it!" Can a man really go back to someone who left him? At that moment, a waiter approa

“I keep thinking back to my failed marriage. Chris and I had been married for years when he cheated on me with my friend who isn't even his first love or something like that. “After they got married, he realized he had made a mistake and I was the one he truly wanted. So he came back to beg.” Abigail could already see where the story was going. “So now you think that Romeo would realise you're not the one he truly loves and go back to his first love to beg her? Is that doubt knocking on the door?” Cara let out a soft chuckle and shook her head. “I trust my husband.”

He leaned back, wincing slightly from the pain but smirking all the same. “Let's just say my woman is pretty unique and strong-willed. And I deserve it. I fucked up. Bad. And when she finally got a shot— she took it with style and made sure I bled for every fucking scar I gave her. Health issues, safety issues, then I pissed her off, so she went abroad, and then she was upset because of all the drama that was happening in my life. But now, finally, she's back. Mark my words, I’ll win my woman back. I’ll get my family back. I swear it on my goddamn life.” Damon declared, eyeing all three men.

“The house will be transferred to you, you will have both cars and there will be a monthly allowance.” Compensated!!! The word echoed cruelly. She let out a small, broken laugh. “I don’t want your money.” His brow creased. “Don’t be unreasonable.” The irony nearly shattered her. Unreasonable!! She had never asked for his love. Never demanded his time. Never questioned his cold silences or endless absences. She had been the perfect wife by disappearing. Ava reached for the pen. Her hand shook. “You won’t regret this?” she whispered. Ethan paused.

Gently tucking a stray hair behind Rebecca's ear, she added, "I thought I'd never see you again. You changed your phone number, and I couldn't find you in the group chats. Now, I finally found you. Don't worry. Desmond has found out where Mrs. Bradford was treated. I'll help you get in touch with them. Once it's arranged, go for treatment. No matter what the outcome is, you'll be as graceful as ever, Swallow." The guests sighed in sympathy, offering Rebecca genuine and friendly comfort. The girl who had earlier envied Vance's school-to-wedding romance was teary-eyed. "Rebecca, you're a true role model. I'm a dancer too, and I understand the sacrifice you made. Respect." Rebecca felt a lump i

“Hubby, this is not a misunderstanding, you begged for me to come back and now I’m here. Our son needs his mother after all.” Silence, as thick as a year long unattended forest, settled over the room. Grayson’s eyes met mine, sadness, worry and a silent plea, but neither of it mattered. He had a wife, he was still married to his ex, the same ex that he had been strung on for years even after their separation, the same ex with whom he had a son he loves more than his own life. And now she was back, to take back her home.

“You’re just scared to see me take another risk. But I’m no longer that girl who only knew how to cry alone in her room.” She withdrew her hand and stood. “Just give me a little trust—even half a step of space. I’ll walk more steadily than you imagine.” Her eyes were clear, shining like a lantern lit in the dark. After a long pause, Marcellus finally nodded. His gaze still held anxiety, but mingled with it now were admiration and aching tenderness. “You have to come back. Safe.” Livia beamed. “Of course. I’m your wife—I’m not dying anytime soon.”