Estranged Wife Novels & Stories

"I have everything under control." What Sylvester knew was that he would never agree to the marriage. He already had someone he loved, and even if he didn't, he would never agree to it. He had to find a way out of it. Mary stared at him and nodded, though her eyes held worry. "Worry about yourself, Mary," Sylvester said. "What's your plan? It's been three years." Mary's expression stiffened. She understood what her brother was talking about. It had been three years since her husband died. "I already told you," she responded after a short while. "I'll never leave this family."

Days turned into months, still Adrian remained distant, controlled as always. To him, the marriage was nothing more than a family arrangement. He believed his wife was Alessia Vale, the spoiled, selfish heiress the world whispered about. Yet he couldn’t ignore the fact that the woman he married... she was different. Calm. Observant. Quietly intelligent.

Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her. So she whispered, barely audible: “Okay. We’ll try.” August exhaled, relief softening his face. He leaned closer, kissed her forehead tenderly, and pulled her into his arms. She let him, stiff at first, then slowly relaxing into the embrace—not out of love, but out of guilt. Her eyes stayed open long after his closed. And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve.

He ignored her and continued to walk out of the door. "She is now Archie's wife. This woman used a video at the wedding to successfully snatch my husband away. I think everyone knows how treacherous she is. Just give up on her." Emily was not willing to give up. She was afraid that Jimmy's heart was not cold enough. She continued to block his way and said. "I will find her and ask her about it." Jimmy did not want to hear Emily speak again, so he sped up and left. Emily proudly looked at Jimmy's stiff back. Jimmy had returned. It was time, Emma. Your marriage is in imminent danger.

Isti tried to understand and support her husband, but more and more he became distant and cold towards her. One night, while the wife was waiting for her husband to come home from work, she saw something that broke her heart. Her husband came home with another woman, they were laughing and joking at the door. Isti felt like she had been stabbed by a sharp knife, as if her world had collapsed in an instant.

I gripped my hands into fists. “Well, Cavan, it looks like you’re in trouble and no one can save you now but me,” she said before the old feelings that I have been pushing down for 10 years was resurfacing. My estranged, cold wife was back and I am for one was ready to die now.

"You're so invested in my marriage, Ms. Stroud. Is it because you're smothered by the troubles in your own marriage, or are you just fuming over your husband's new baby?" Jasmine's eyes blazed with anger. "You—" Her marriage was a business arrangement and a facade with no real affection. Just recently, she'd personally dealt with one of her husband's mistresses, forcing her to abort an eight-month pregnancy. She and her husband were still in a cold war over this. Winter was deliberately poking her where it hurt! As Winter turned to leave, Jasmine gritted her teeth and sneered coldly. "Since we've known each other for a while, and seeing how devoted you are to Joshua, I'll let you in on somet

I’m not going to let some stranger get too close to my wife, no matter how our relationship is. “Why are you behaving like this?” She retorts, trying to free herself from my grasp. “I’m just having fun. You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since this honeymoon started!” I bring my face closer to hers, our noses almost touching. “I may not be happy about this situation, but you’re still my wife.” She scoffs, her breath brushing against my face. “Wife? Don’t forget that you’re my temporary husband.” My grip on her arm tightens as frustration boils within me. “You’re coming with me. I can’t let you dance with strangers, getting wasted.”

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

When I emerged, a security officer handed me a tablet. The footage was clear. Charlotte and Marianna arguing. Charlotte striking first. The struggle that sent them both into the water. And then, Charlotte pulled herself out, looking back at my drowning wife, and deliberately walking away. Rage burned through me, cold and clarifying. "Where is she?" I demanded. "Ms Woldrick? She left, sir. Headed straight." I knew exactly where she'd go, the same place she always went when she needed to escape quickly. Her family's lake house was just fifteen miles east.