Comeback Of The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

I backed away from him, my back meeting the cold elevator walls. He stood, stunned. “Aurora, please—” “No,” I stopped him. “Stop pleading.” “Why?” “We are not friends,” I snapped. “We used to be more than that,” he said. “Until you destroyed it,” I snapped. “I didn’t know what I was thinking,” he pleaded. “I was a fool. But now…” “No,” I stopped him. “Stop.” “We used to be married,” he said anyway. “We can fix that.” “You abandoned me,” I huffed, my voice cracking with pain. “You chose someone else. After everything between us.”

Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.

“I almost lost the ability to walk, my grandfather threatened to cut me off completely, said I was a fool for trying to ruin my life for a woman, if my mother hadn’t intervened, I would’ve lost everything.” He paused, his brow lifted and a stupid smirk appeared on his face. “To regain my position in the family, I needed a strategic marriage.” His gaze settled on me,“you…. you were suitable…simple and naively loyal and your past made things… convenient for me to manage you easily, and leave when the time comes.” The corner of his lips lifted slightly, like he was complimenting me. “For the past five years,” he continued, “you played your role perfectly, better than I expected,” he chuckled,

Edward asked Melissa as he walked towards the sofa and sat down, and with that, Melissa began sobbing once again. "Woman, will you stop crying for Christ's sake and tell me what exactly is going on," Edward said to Melissa. "Haven't you seen the news that has been trending since this evening?" Abby asked Edward as she walked towards the dining table and brought him a cup of water. "What news?" Edward asked Abby as he collected the cup of water from her and took a sip. "The news of your daughter coming back and trying to ruin the reputation of my fiance just as she did six years ago," Melissa said to Edward with her voice rising in anger.

I don't want to see that hatred that I witnessed on Marquis's face. I would rather stay away from her than see her hating me... Hah!!! Reality is unbelievable. I still can't digest the matter that I was abandoned by my husband on the first night. There is nothing to hold or to rely on. Living like a stray with no support. No roof when it storms, No blanket when it snows. Ahead of my life, I have only myself. The unbreakable wall ahead of me I have to break it to move on. Let myself bleed out with every wound I am getting now, to get my happiness. I no longer want to be locked in the cruel illusion of so-called family love.

“Family. The company. The legacy.” “And all of that matters more than the woman who nearly died saving you?” Leonard looked away. “This isn’t about right or wrong,” he said flatly. “It’s about being realistic.” Sebastian let out a short laugh. “Realistic? You call abandoning your wife in that condition… realistic?” Leonard didn’t react. He simply took another sip. “Taking care of her won’t change anything. Surgeries, therapy… all of that just prolongs something that can’t be fixed.”

Andrew tried to reason with her. "Don’t worry. Maybe we can salvage this marriage and avoid divorce," Caroline replied, trying to reassure Andrew. Andrew couldn’t accept her decision. He feared for her safety, knowing Johan and Victoria’s abusive tendencies. He pleaded with Caroline to return to Ben’s home, where she would be treated like a queen. But Caroline remained stubborn. "Didn’t you hear her? Leave!" Johan barked, shoving Andrew’s shoulder. "I won’t leave without Caroline. I won’t let her be mistreated by you or your heartless mother. You’ve only ever treated her like garbage!" Andrew shouted, his anger boiling over.

“Don’t—Don’t touch me, don’t look at me like that. I’m married, Arden, please respect that.” I studied her, refusing to move back again. “Respect what? A marriage where your husband doesn’t even notice when you leave the table?” Her hand flicked her hair backward, biting her lower lips. “Stop it.” “I can’t.” “Arden, you don’t know me anymore.” “Not anymore, “Not yet, but I know what I saw. And I know perfection doesn’t crack unless it’s under real pressure.” I agreed softly. Her fist tightened as no words came. Her lips pressed hard.

He thought of something and said confidently, "What are you saying? You can't abandon your family, dear." He knew Elcilia, who never abandoned him. When her mother left, then, they were only the two of them. Abram started to take her to his poker games and brought her into gambling. She was a genius. It was through gambling that he could send her to school, and she started working with Valentine. "I can. People do all the time. You did." "I was wrong. But I have changed, dear, I haven't tasted liquor for a month now. Last week, I attended mass."

MARY'S POV: I couldn't understand why Alistair was acting like this. After disappearing with Vesper for so long, after missing our daughter's birthday, after leaving me in a jail cell overnight, after throwing parties for another woman and plastering his face across the internet with her at his side, he had suddenly returned as if nothing had ever happened. As if he hadn't broken every promise he had ever made. As if I hadn't spent weeks crying myself to sleep. As if our marriage wasn't already dead and buried.