Deserted Wife Strikes Back Novels & Stories

I am free to go home. My phone lies on the table, its cold screen mocking me as I scroll through my calls again. Yet none come from my husband. Clenching the phone tightly, I swear to myself that I will take Desmond back from the hands of my conniving sister. This time, things are going to be different. I rub my belly, a new determination mixing with the ache of my loss. I am pregnant. Desmond will do anything to make this marriage work. Grabbing a few more things, I make a mental note to tell Desmond how his best friend had saved our lives.

It was exhausting. “But it hurts”, my voice broke. “What if he does it again? I don't… I don't think I can take it”. Mum sighed. “I understand dear, I've been there. But, you can still save your marriage”. I looked at her hopefully. “Dress up more, get your hair and nails done, stop looking like a hippie. You're a millionaire’s wife. Look like one. Visit the gym, watch your diet and you’ll get the perfect figure in no time. I see the potential. Also, I can tell you've been boring Declan out in bed. I have a friend who runs a special sex ed class…”

"She is not hurt. Not yet. Your wife is courageous. She fought back. She injured two of my men. I respect that. But courage has a price, Mr. Donovan. And you are the one who is going to pay it." "What do you want?" "I want to watch you burn. I want to see your empire collapse. I want to see your men turn their backs on you. I want to see you on your knees, begging, before I finish you off like the dog you are." "You're dreaming." "No. I'm planning. And I have an asset that you do not. I have your wife. So here is how this is going to go. You will stop looking for me. You will stop mobilizing your men. You will wait. And in three days, I will call you. I will tell you where to come. Alone. If

Every breath felt heavy, and every small movement made her body tense before falling into suffocating silence as she reached her climax. Tears slipped down her cheeks without her realizing it, mixing with the cold sweat that hadn’t yet dried. She stared blankly at the ceiling, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. How ironic. So this was what it felt like to be the wife of a billionaire who had everything except love. Slowly, Sarah pushed the vibrator aside and reached for her phone. Her nightly routine was always the same: opening her second I*******m account just to check one profile—@Iam.mia.

He went on to say he had created a petition for the decriminalization of attempted suicide in the country I was proud of him in a way you are proud of a stranger on the internet who knows nothing of your existence. I was proud of him for not killing himself and for putting out a petition to protect people who survived their suicide attempt. Many months later, it turned out Desmond knew of my existence. I met him at a friend’s house party and he recognized me as Micheal's wife I remember staring at him throughout the party and struggling to place this Desmond With the one I saw on He was the life of the party. He made the craziest jokes, coordinating us as we played games. He danced a lot.

Judy turned to Calvin and asked who scrambled like a chick being in face with an eagle. "She bought this place" Calvin said and the shock was evident in her face how could she afford to do that how could she even do that. "Look at what my affair brought me" Astrid said with a proud smirk on her face a well deserving response was one she gave her. "So what if you had an affair with a rich man,just stay away from my husband." Just said raising her chest at her, Astrid rolled her eyes and said. "I couldn't be less interested in your husband"

Samantha replied, her voice low and steady. The woman was visibly intimidated by Samantha's demeanor. She parted her lips but didn't know what to say. Just then, the sound of brisk footsteps echoed down the corridor. Both Samantha and the woman turned to see who it was. The woman's face lit up when she saw the newcomer. She hurried over to him. "Honey, it's this woman. She dared to hit me!" The man seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face. But when he saw the red mark on his wife's face, his expression darkened. "Did you hit her?"

She could still vividly recall the horrifying moments of her demise—her heartless husband pushing her down the stairs, the searing pain of her body hitting the cold, hard floor, and the agonizing sensation of life draining away. She remembered the weakness, the numbing cold, and the all-consuming fear. Desperately, she had begged Lucas for help, her voice trembling with a flicker of hope. Yet all he offered was a chilling, detached stare, devoid of guilt or remorse. He had watched, unbothered, as if he had been waiting for her end all along. It all made sense. Once she was gone, every piece of her wealth, her possessions, would fall into his hands. That was the purpose of their marriage—a ca

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.

“I can’t do this.” Walking out is not even an option. She has to ask her estranged husband to drive her back to Preston’s place because this place is in the middle of nowhere. She hasn’t stayed there for over twenty-four hours. She's basically an intruder. Who knows what those guards would do to her?