Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The ropes are wrapped around her neck and hand, her feet are also bound but a few inches away from each other. My patience wearing thin. "Where is she?" I demanded, my eyes blazing with intensity. Maldive smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you think you're a bit too hasty to see a woman you abandoned?" My jaw clenched, anger coursing through my veins. "I never abandoned my wife," I growled, my voice low and menacing. Maldive snorted. "But your actions speak otherwise. You left your wife to go to another country. How irresponsible of you to do that to her."

He thought she would never go back to him after what he did to her, and after abandoning half of so many months, all of a sudden he returns, and she doesn't even think twice before accepting him back like nothing happened. “I was so stupid.” Callan said to himself and sat down on the bed. He realized a lot has happened within the past few days, and maybe because he was always away, she was able to rekindle her love for her ex-husband, and now it isn't like things are going Jackson's way. *******

My confused aunt stepped back in confusion while Emily scuffled behind me, away from my raging mother. "What is this woman doing here, Eric?" She exclaimed in annoyance. "This woman has a name, mother. I'm sure you recall her name is Emily Wilson, my darling wife." Her jaw dropped inches wide in shock as she stared at me. "B-B-But she left. She abandoned you-us over five years ago!" I smirked. "But she's back now, mother," I corrected, taking the flustered Emily's hand in mine. The servants who had taken her bags walked past me to the room I had prepared for her while my mother stared at them in disbelief.

"Emma and I have known each other for ten years. A whole ten years! We first met when she was fourteen and moved in with me when she was eighteen, but I have always thought she would never leave me. I only realized that day when she had the miscarriage that it wasn't her that couldn't bear to leave me, but I was the one who couldn't bear to leave her." Xander could only silently listen on. Someone as inexperienced as him in romantic relationships had no good suggestions. Apart from Xander, Ron had no idea who else to turn to. "Xander, tell me, what should I do to let her come back to me?" This question immensely troubled Xander. He would have millions of ideas on how to earn money, yet he wa

He went on irritably, "You ought to have followed my instructions, Annie. The hunters were not here, and Ava's life is in constant danger." "Ava, Ava, Ava!!! I don't give a damn about Ava. I just want to understand why my husband abandoned me in the middle of the night and ended up here, in the arms of his ex-mate. Since she came back here, everything has been about her." Another yell, this one followed by an impending weep.

A stranger who appeared out of nowhere, spoke like he knew too much, and threw her into a nightmare she never asked for. And yet— He had taken a bullet for her. That wasn’t something you ignored. That wasn’t something you forgot. --- Elena pushed open the door to an abandoned café, the bell above it giving a weak chime before falling silent again. Empty. Dark. Safe… for now. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her body trembling—not from fear alone, but from everything crashing down at once. Her husband was dead. Her life was gone. And now she was running from people she didn’t even understand.

And she’s the reason he ditched me tonight. The same Olivia who abandoned him. Who drove him to almost drink himself into a coma? Ethan had to trick him into rehab just to save his life. That Olivia…. Was back in the city. And apparently, back in my husband’s life.

My fingers trembled against the hem of my skirt. “Of course I did,” he replied. “Did you really think you could get away with it? That you could just come back here and pretend to be someone else and I wouldn’t notice?” “I am someone else,” I replied firmly. It was the truth. I wasn’t the same woman he’d been married to. That woman had died in a fire, and like a phoenix, I’d been reborn, rising out of my own ashes. “Are you now. Hm. You’re just…somebody else. Just like that.”

But then he glanced at Sandra — at the fear in her eyes, at the way she clutched her medical textbooks like armor — and something softened in him. “Fine,” he muttered. “I’ll cover it. But this is the last time, Tshepo. You gamble again, you’re on your own. I won’t throw money into a pit twice.” Relief crashed through the room like a wave. Tshepo wept openly, clutching Aubrey’s legs in gratitude. For once, Aubrey didn’t push him away. But forgiveness was not as easy as cash. Later that afternoon, Abby’s wife returned, this time without Jake. She carried a small bag, her hands trembling as she stood in the doorway. “I’ve left him,” she said, her voice breaking. “I want my marriage back, Abby.