Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

After that, the nightmares came, every night without fail. No matter how my family or friends pleaded, I refused to remarry. Who could have imagined that my devotion over three years would turn me into a fool? Hilary faked her death and ran off with my daughter, for her so-called one true love? A bitter laugh escaped me. By the time I came to, I had somehow returned to the hotel. All night long, memories tormented me like ghosts. By dawn, I had made up my mind. At the very least, I had to get my daughter back.

"How could you forget her? She's the girl who was abandoned by her parents. She ended up in the Browns' home because she was switched at birth by the hospital. The Browns were kind enough to raise her as Jessica's sister. But then, she stole her sister's fiancé. How disgusting!" "Now that you mention it, I'm starting to remember. She's the woman Mr. Winston sent abroad on their wedding day, right? How could she have the guts to return? If I were her, I would have ended my life a long time ago. It's too embarrassing to be alive. What a killjoy!" The crowd was abuzz with gossip and stared at Rebecca with disdain. They weren't loud, but Rebecca heard everything clearly. She was close to them, a

and some kind of plea for understanding. I wasn’t fazed. “To see me? Why? Why do you want to see me?” “Because you’re my wife.” The words were barley out of his mouth when I raised my hand to strike his face hard and without remorse. “You must be out of your mind, you fool! You abandoned me and my daughter. You left us to go through hell alone. You were out there starting a new life with another woman while I went hungry and almost homeless with my daughter.”

and strange. He didn't respond to my comment, his gaze is fixed on something else. I scream when I follow his gaze. " you bastard" I push him and try to cover myself with my hands as much as I can. " what did I do to deserve to such profanities? Now am I not allowed to even look at you" His arm circled my waist, pulling me up. my heart leapt at the proximity. " I am afraid that one day you will forgot that I am your first husband." He scoffed

He kissed her back the same way, his hand against her face, the specific tenderness of someone who understood that tonight had layers and was not going to rush past any of them. When she pulled back she stayed close. “This is the strangest best day,” she said. “Yes.” “A wedding. A framework. A phone call from Lagos.” “All on the same day.” “My father started something in 1976,” she said. “And today it got its name and found its way back to his family.” She looked at Ethan. “And I got married in the kitchen he used to visit.” He held her gaze. “Your father was right,” he said. “About all of it. The children who survive things. The continuity. The parallel process.” He paused. “He built a fram

Finally, she could reclaim her autonomy and embrace the future she had planned for herself. “It’s been three years. I don't know if anyone remembers me.” She muttered. She felt empty after she had ended a marriage farce. Her gaze wandered to the garden just outside the window, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Sophia took one last lingering look at the carefully nurtured oasis she had tended with love and care for someone who mocked her. Sophia reached for her phone with renewed purpose, dialing a familiar number. It rang just once before a voice answered on the other end.

“I pray she returns. She made a terrible choice marrying that man, Ethan. He’s a beast. And his new wife—those two wouldn’t let us go, even after getting rid of our daughter.” Her eyes reddened at the memory of the last few years. “That’s not what I mean,” he replied firmly. “Our daughter is really back. She’s back. My Alicia is back—my child is back.” His wife’s face tightened with worry. She thought he was hallucinating again. Lowering her head, she wiped her tears and said softly, “We’ll get you treatment, I promise. I won’t watch you suffer. I’ll find a way to make money for us.”

Christian was a shell of a husband physically present but emotionally tied to someone who wasn’t me. Amanda. I still remember the way he lit up whenever her name was mentioned. He didn’t even bother hiding it. She was his first love, the one who “got away.” She went overseas to study, leaving him with nothing but promises to stay in touch. And me? I was the rebound. The second choice. The standin wife. And now, she is back. It had been all over the news just this morning. I glanced at the TV mounted in the corner of the hospital room. The reporter’s voice echoed in my head as if taunting me again:

“I’m sorry, Aric. I know you’ll be hurt. But I’m not the same Ellya anymore. I’m Rebecca, Samuel Wilson’s wife.” Rebecca looked out the window. The night sky was dark, but in her eyes, a small light shimmered — a growing spark of hope. “Soon, I’ll return to both of you…” she whispered. “To Reno, and to my husband.”

They had started to get serious and well let’s just say if after an explosive family dinner she didn’t run for the hills then she could be the one. Rebecca sat on her porch with a margarita wallowing in the events of the night. She wanted to text her best friend, but after several failed IVF the last was successful and they were on baby watch and this was her time to enjoy the calm before motherhood. Rebecca broke down sobbing as quietly as she could so her 2 teens wouldn’t hear her. After her first failed marriage she had vowed to herself she would never remarry, sure her 1st marriage was short. She’d gotten married at only 20 years old, her ex was much older and had groomed her for 2 years