Deserted Wife Strikes Back Novels & Stories

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

It’s nice to feel and hear that someone is protecting you. “And who the hell are you? Who is this Dina? why did he interrupt the two of us? Hey! I don’t know who you are and don’t you dare to interrupt our arguments. It’s none of your business,” Patrick said boldly. “Yes, you don’t know me. And I don’t know who you are, too! But you don’t have the right to physically abuse your wife, even if you are her husband.” “Just leave us alone. Don’t interfere with our lives. I said leave.”

Sofia Marquez married media mogul Daniel Gray to save her father’s collapsing company. Their agreement was simple: three years of marriage, no feelings, no affairs, ten million dollars, then a clean divorce. She kept her side of the deal. He didn’t. One night, she finds the texts, his ex-girlfriend is back, and he’s been sneaking her into their penthouse while Sofia sleeps in the next room. But the betrayal runs deeper: his "mistress" isn't just a fling, she’s been plotting to take over Gray's empire from the start. Then the doctor confirms it: Sofia is pregnant. Daniel gives her an ultimatum: Stay and play the perfect wife, or I’ll make sure you and your baby have nothing at

It was understood that the lady was dancing with a mask, but her red was visible and Gabrielle's picture which was attached to the video indicates that she was the one! The popular stripper! The stripper whom the married women rumored to destroy their many homes! The sexy stripper who is known to be the richer and most desired by men! The stripper was Gabrielle! And she's Hidalgo's wife! Hell breaks loose! Gabrielle's heart skipped a beat at what she just watched, and as if that wasn't enough, a video of her laying next to Rowan resurfaces!!! Helllllllll!!!!!! Gabrielle traveled to hell and came back, her eyes were now blurred with thousands of tears as waves of shock rushed through her vein

The air between us went still. Her eyes met mine, fierce and conflicted. For a moment, I saw the woman from that night, the one who’d been desperate to feel something, anything other than pain. Then she blinked, and she was steel again. The elevator slowed, lights flickering briefly as it reached the next floor. She didn’t answer. The doors slid open, spilling light into the confined space. Without a word, she stepped out. And just before the doors closed, she glanced back once just long enough to meet my eyes again. Long enough stirring my wolf.

"Do you love me Justine?" His hands stopped typing now looking at Ashley for a long time. "You're my wife aren't you?" "It's a simple yes or no question Justine. Just give me an answer." Justin adjusted pushing his laptop aside to address this issue. "Do you know how many women who are begging to be in your shoes?" His voice rose to a high pitch. Ashley didn't expect their conversion to get this heated. "I'm not quite sure any woman would want to be treated like a slave in her marriage."

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

"You can act proud all you want in front of the lawyers, Ahtisa, but you can't fool me. I know exactly what you are doing. You are throwing a childish tantrum because you found out about us. You are holding onto that money because it’s the only way you can force Adrian to look at you." ​She stepped a little closer, her tone dripping with mock pity. ​"But you should know it won't work. Adrian doesn't love you. He never did. He spent the last five years coming to me because you are completely boring and useless. You couldn't even keep your own husband interested in your own marriage. Even if you keep every single cent of your father's fortune, Adrian will still sleep in my bed at night. You ar

I am still Gracias. But I am no longer the scorned wife. I am no longer the betrayed sister. I am a stranger. With a stranger. In a place where perhaps nothing matters anymore but the present moment. And this man's gaze resting on me, for once, does not hurt.