Cruel Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Everyone wanted someone as wonderful and devoted as him to fall in love with them. But it was all a lie. Returning to the present, I felt my stomach churning. Something was threatening to spill out of me. I fled to the bathroom and puked my guts out. I was still in the bathroom when I heard the commotion outside. In the heavy silence of the room, the familiar voice rang out with unusual clarity. "My wife prepared a surprise for me. It should be right here in this room."

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

She was worried that because of her, he must be in a very difficult situation now. "He is not good. You shameless b*tch! Because of you, my husband was hospitalized. You still have the nerve to call him now? Are you trying to destroy our family? Do you want to hook up with my husband? You're such a shameless vixen!" Sally was so furious that she cursed Crista on the other end of the line. Crista smiled. She had extravagant hopes. Without her, Tristan would have lived well. Sally must really love him so much

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

He said as he started crying, "My wife is a kind, respectful and a loving woman, she never fails to take good care of me and love me everyday. She didn't mind what the women's in the village would say mean things about her. Then we decided to live peacefully on top of the mountain." Zelia keeps on listening to his story, and she couldn't see and feel any lies on his words. "While we are living on top of the mountain peacefully, the young woman's on the town won't still stop from bringing her down due to jealousy. While I was hunting an animals for out dinner, when I went home I notice that my wife's cooking was overcook. My hands were trembling as I enter out room, then I saw my wife being t

Warning: Mature content. Please proceed if you are 18 years old and above. Her head hung low as she heard her husband’s frustration in his deep sigh. His hands went to massage his forehead, but nothing could smoothen the crease in it as he realized his wife just committed treason and failed. That was the frustrating part. She failed. Now they reap the consequences of the crime she sowed. “I’m sorry,” said Clara. “It was a fool-proof plan! I never expected that mad dog or whatever, to suddenly jump inside and kill all of my men! He’s truly crazy! How dare he—I’m royalty!”

"You have all day to think just like you planned the escape and flew to another country without caring about anything. I'm sure you can find any solution to this situation, right wifey?" Mocking, he left her tied to his bed without a forehead kiss. Her heart squeezed in painfully when he did that. She couldn't believe he was being this cruel, but she knew better who her husband was. She can't fool herself, knowing very well that her husband is some ruthless mafia of New York City. One thing was sure, she had never seen him this cruel to her and it was breaking her heart. She had only witnessed his cruelty when he wanted to avenge his brother.