Deserted Wife Strikes Back Novels & Stories

When I ran into her again, she looked nothing like the glamorous woman she used to be. Her hands were calloused. Her voice was as defeated as it gets. "Grant... we were married once. Did you really have to be this ruthless?" I thought about it. In the past six months, she'd tried to kill herself twenty-one times. Jumped into rivers fifteen times. I'd had her rescued every single time. The worst one—she jumped off a building and broke her bones. The debt collectors followed her straight to the hospital. The hospital got fed up and kicked her out.

She hurriedly picked up the towel, her face turning crimson with embarrassment, and wrapped it tightly around her chest, holding onto it as if her life depended on it. “Whh…. wha…. what are you doing here?” she asked surprised by her own voice stuttering. “I'm here to see my wife " he said. "But who would have thought she'd be so eager to start our wedding night." He said moving even closer to her. Gritting her teeth “Don’t be mistaken, I was just drying my hair, you startled me and my towel dropped. Don't think too much, and besides this my room, You Mr Adrian De Luca should have common basic etiquette to knock before entering peoples room.” she said her ears were red from embarrassment and

My fingers trembled against the hem of my skirt. “Of course I did,” he replied. “Did you really think you could get away with it? That you could just come back here and pretend to be someone else and I wouldn’t notice?” “I am someone else,” I replied firmly. It was the truth. I wasn’t the same woman he’d been married to. That woman had died in a fire, and like a phoenix, I’d been reborn, rising out of my own ashes. “Are you now. Hm. You’re just…somebody else. Just like that.”

On impulse, he’d opened the broadcast, thinking maybe, just maybe, she would show up. He wasn’t wrong. She was there, and it caused a huge stir. He held the phone, his expression shifting wildly—sometimes angry, sometimes relieved, sometimes tense, sometimes calm—until Mireille’s cold voice cut through the video: “…Hahaha! Disfigured, pregnant before marriage, abandoned by Reid—” Abandoned by Reid. Those words hit Reid like a poisoned knife shoved deep into his chest. When he and Raina broke up years ago, he never imagined others would see her like that. No, not that he didn’t think about it—he just didn’t want to.

- SIERRA I looked at Desmond across the ruins of our dinner and the shredded remains of our marriage license. This man used to be my best friend when we were kids. Before Vivian decided she wanted him—and everything else I had—we were the kind of close that didn't need words. Then she ruined it. She turned him into a stranger who looked at me like I was something he’d stepped in on the street. But tonight, the stranger had shifted again. He wasn't cold; he was intense and reckless.

I turned my face back to the ocean, letting the wind whip through my hair, the salty air stinging my lips. The tide rolled in and out, rocking with the same rhythm my heart refused to settle into. "My life ended the day my husband and my son tossed me aside like garbage," I whispered, the words slipping out like venom disguised as confession. "After that, I lived for one purpose—revenge. But now, with my son back in the picture, I have to be less reckless… smarter. Because the people I want to burn like to play dirty." Silence stretched between us. Kendrick didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, eyes heavy with a weight I couldn’t place.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she screamed, “No! I won’t! I stood by you when no one did! You cried in my arms, and now you want her? The same woman who left you bleeding inside?” I stared at her, jaw tight, as she stepped closer and cupped my face. “You’re chasing ghosts, Devon. She’ll destroy you again. But me… I can love you the way she never did. Please, come back to me.” For a moment, her desperation almost reached me. Then a slow smirk tugged at my lips. “Anything, huh? You’d do anything for me?” “Yes,” she whispered, trembling. I leaned closer, brushing a strand of hair from her face. My voice dropped to a cold whisper.

Caroline screamed at the top of her lungs. Johan ran straight to Caroline. She was panicking but still had to think of how to save herself. Finally, she saw a vase on the table and threw it at Johan. The vase flew up and hit her husband on the shoulder. This caused Victoria to scream as she saw her son in pain. "You crazy woman! How dare you be so rude to Johan!" shouted Victoria who was still trying to chase Caroline. Caroline immediately ran to the kitchen, hoping that the exit door could still be opened. However, bad luck befell her again. Apparently, the back door had also been locked by Johan.

“See what I meant when I said that you were not good enough to take me on? Step one is, always monitor your prey’s movements. Or in your case, your predator. That way, you should know enough to predict their movements and actions.” Natalia watched him as he moved closer. Then when he was close enough, she struck him with a glass shard and ran up the stairs again as the man cried out. Rushing to her room, she called Wendy, but her phone number was not going. It kept on saying that her phone was switched off. Then she tried calling Noah. He picked up immediately. “Hello my beautiful wife!” He exclaimed. Natalia rolled her eyes in frustration. “Help me, I am in trouble!” She whispered.

I whispered, my voice breaking, “you’ve got to come back to me. Do you hear me, Venus? You don’t get to leave me. Not now, not ever.” She didn’t move. Didn’t even twitch. My jaw clenched until it ached. I lowered my forehead to her hand, eyes squeezed shut, fighting every demon clawing inside my chest. Gerald thought he’d won. That sick bastard actually thought he could steal her from me, bury her alive, erase her light. No. No one takes my wife from me and lives. ---