Deserted Wife Strikes Back の小説・ストーリー

Not even with the sudden appearance of Selena, his ex, the one he had cheated on her with the first year of the marriage, the same lady he promised he had gotten over. “I have to go and see him. Maybe, he would have an explanation to give me” she replied with a lost look in her eyes. “Are you crazy? How could you still act like nothing is happening Mary? That man just ruined your life” “You are shouting Debby. It's my marriage not yours” Mary replied, fighting back the tears that were building up in her eyes. Debby stared at her like she was mad. “I have always tried to understand why you let this man treat You this way but I can't keep on making excuses for you. You are a wasted woman in lo

She froze for a second, like she didn’t expect that, but the shock didn’t last as she soon pushed on. "Yes, so what if she’s someone’s ex-wife?" Her voice rose now, her control slipping. "From the diary, Adrian, you said you’ve been in love with her since college. That means you knew she was married, yet you kept loving her. What kind of a man are you, huh?" Her voice cracked into a sharp pitch as she stepped closer, anger replacing her softness. "Yes, tell me, Adrian what kind of a f**ked up person are you, looking at someone’s wife someone’s leftover—"

I let that pain show in my face, in the way I held my body. "Beautiful," Giuseppe murmured, snapping shots. "Now show me hope." I thought about Liam, about second chances, about the possibility of love again. I let that warmth fill my expression. "Perfetto! Now strength. Show me a woman who's survived everything and come out fighting." I straightened my spine, lifted my chin, and looked directly into the camera. This was my story. My journey from broken wife to independent woman. From victim to survivor. "Yes! That's it!" Giuseppe was getting excited now. "That's the Ayra I wanted to see!"

"We specifically requested privacy, and now strange men with guns are interrupting what was turning into a very... exciting evening." She pressed herself closer to me, her fingers trailing along my bare chest in a way that made it clear what kind of activities we'd supposedly been engaged in. "I demand retribution for this disturbance. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get my husband in the mood for anything adventurous?" I had to admire her commitment to the role. She was playing the part of a vapid trophy wife so convincingly that even I might have believed it if I hadn't just learned the truth about her rescue operations.

It was good for a change, but I was already tired of the routine. “So, this is better than what that slut gives you?” I went flaccid in her hands and grabbed her wrist. “Don’t you fucking call my wife a slut. And sorry I can’t get it up for you, Dessy. I’m not your toy.” She squealed in pain, a high pitched shrill I relished. “Your wife?” Surprise danced across her features, and then her smirk became a snarl. The lipstick on her lips stretched into a caricature, and her beauty was soon warped by hatred.

“Let go, you little—” I twist back, just enough to spin her off balance, then crack my free hand across her cheek in a clean, stinging backhand. The sound bounces off the high ceilings like a slap in church. Her head snaps sideways, lips parting in a shocked gasp, red blooming fast on her pale skin. I lean in close, still gripping her wrist. “I’m the wife. You’re just the widow. Know your fucking place.” She sucks in a breath, eyes watering, but the shock flips to fury quick. “You hit me? You actually hit me?”

“Don’t you own a comb or something? Your hair is so… lifeless.” If it was just Sebastian insulting her at first, now there were three of them. Rylee felt like she would tear the paper in her hands from the sheer anger she felt. How dare they insult her after everything she had done for this mother and son? And to compare her to Sebastian’s mistress? Have they forgotten that she was the one who had left him when he had nothing? “I was the one who stayed with you when you had nothing, Sebastian. Do you remember that?” She focused on her husband. She didn’t care what the two women said because they were outsiders from their marriage.

Whose life would I unravel next in my quest for retribution? The night was young, and the city stretched out before me like a vast chessboard. I moved my pieces carefully, planning my next move with meticulous precision. The game was far from over, and I, Amber, was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost. The taste of victory was sweet on my lips as I continued my calculated assault on Lucas Davis. He had no inkling that the woman orchestrating his downfall was the very one he had wronged – his estranged wife, Amber, whose appearance he could no longer recognize due to the skillful hands of a skilled plastic surgeon.

Swerving off course, I couldn't care about what anyone thought presently as all that was in my mind was how to get across to the Gray's corporation to meet Reina. “ Reina!” My scream bounced off against the wall as my hands gripped the knob tightly. My strides halted when Martin's face came into view with a smile on his face that irritated me. “ Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Wife” my eyes darkened when I saw his hands which were wrapped firmly around her wrist, but he seemed pretty adamant because he flipped his head around, gazing at me with a wide smirk on his face. “ Who do we have here? Your husband?” His face bore a hole in Reina’s face, a mocking smile on his face. “Did you go rattling of

The Deserted Wife -TDB book 2 -Romance/drama -new book/on-going If you are wondering why I can't just add the chapters for the deserted wife here instead, that's because I don't want you to read a seemingly endless book. So after reading The Deserted Bride, you can take a break and calm your mind before proceeding to the next book - The Deserted Wife. Am I talking so much? My apologies. Please do check my other books and let me bear your thoughts. Ps. I love reading your reviews and comments. I always take my time reading them and can make me smile widely for the rest of the day💕