Deserted Wife Strikes Back Novels & Stories

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

some trips i could seduce my way out of a beating other trips, I wasn't so lucky. what I thought would be my saving grace was when I found out I was pregnant with Jane. she was the first daughter born to Costa's family in 3 generations. she was adored and spoiled by the entire family except for her own father. Dylan couldn't pumble a newborn, but he had no issue with torturing his own wife. Jane and I stole the show from his many triumphs in the business one of us had to pay for stealing his glory.

She hit her every-time she whimpered "That would teach you not to double cross me! Do you think you darling husband is a saint? Come on tell me!" She says angrily but the woman wouldn't talk as she held unto her face and sobbed loudly "Did you know your darling innocent husband killed a woman, Ripped a young lady off her dreams because of his selfishness and stupidity? Did you know all of these about your husband? If I am a demon then your husband is just as evil as I am!" She says and hits the woman again, Sighing she walked away and faced Donatello whose cries wouldn't stop on seeing his wife being beaten up

“What is it, Mr. Celebrity?” “What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to steal my wife from me?" Shane yelled. Tristan smirked, "Your wife? She deserves someone better than you, Shane. You don't even know how to make her smile." Shane's rage boiled over, and he lunged at Tristan, pinning him to the ground. "You stay away from my wife, you hear me? I won't let you ruin my life!" he threatened. Tristan laughed. "You're so clueless, Shane. You have no idea what Audrey wants. She wants a peaceful and happy life with a loving husband and a child. You failed to provide those!"

She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way. She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it. That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

I knew he had no self-dignity, but I couldn’t believe he could be this shameless. Beg? He wanted me to beg? After his mistress caused a scene. After everything that had already spread like wildfire online. The video was everywhere. His wife splashing water on the Sinclair heiress. His sister slapping his wife. All of it has been the headline since morning. With people using hash tag Clyde Wellington’s wife. And now he wanted me to clean it up. Like I was nothing more than something convenient to use when things went wrong. I started typing on my phone,

No matter how much security I increased, they kept finding ways back. I immediately grabbed the phone before answering coldly. “What do you want this time?” For a few seconds, silence filled the line before the familiar heavily distorted, deep and robotic voice finally echoed through the speaker. “You must be thinking about your wife right now…” The voice paused briefly, almost amused. “And regretting your choices.”

“And I won’t lie… I’m getting more obsessed with you by the second.” “Stop it, Dustin. You still owe me. You’re always using our son as part of your tricks,” she replied softly. Dustin grinned even wider at her reply. Leaning close, he whispered, “Then punish me, my wife. Just like the punishments you used to give me every time I left you hanging in bed.” Rihanna’s face flushed bright red. This man—always so bold. To retaliate, she leaned in and whispered back seductively, “Are you sure you can handle my punishment tonight?”

I screamed it through tears I couldn't hold back anymore. "Because the clause said you had to be the one to leave. But you never would. No matter what I did to you, you stayed. No pride. No self respect. That's exactly why I could never love you. You're weak, Aysha. Pathetic. You were never built for a man like me." He glanced at Mira and smiled. "Unlike my baby girl here. She's a trophy. She's perfect." He kissed her again, lifted her off the floor, and carried her up the stairs like I wasn't even standing there. Like twelve years of marriage had just evaporated into nothing.