Estranged Wife Novels & Stories

He reaches a hand toward her, but she steps back away from his touch. “You want to understand? Then remember who you married. Remember the woman who signed a contract she did not want to save her father. Remember the woman who stayed even when she found your secrets and your lies. Remember the woman carrying your child while you are out doubting her character to her face. Remember me...who..who already loves you.” Her voice shakes now, but not from weakness. His jaw clenched.

I used to be jealous of women whose husbands cheated, at least they were being touched. Mine barely looked at me anymore. Then one night he walked into our penthouse with his mistress beside him and calmly informed me she was pregnant. I wish I could say I handled it with dignity….I didn’t. Instead, I got drunk, disappeared upstairs at a masquerade gala and let a complete stranger drag sounds out of me that even I didn’t know I could make. I never saw his face, but now….he’s everywhere around me, looking at me like that night belongs to him too. And the more my husband tries to pull me back, the more dangerous the stranger becomes.

Why would he keep that piece of garbage up? She quickly looked away and turned back to the man in the wheelchair. He was facing her again, his eyes blank as he stared, as if she was the one who ruined their marriage. Another sigh escaped her lips. We used to look at each other with love… What the hell happened, Van? “Did you read the letter?” His voice pulled her back to the present. “I did. I understand what you need. That’s why I’m here.” He nodded, as if they were merely discussing a business deal. And maybe they were. Her estranged husband was colder now—more distant than ever. But really, he had started pulling away long before they officially ended things.

Whatever he was up to, I supposed I was close to finding out now. "Why… " Estera said then paused. I could almost see through her beautiful eyes how her brain started to put all the puzzles together, then she swallowed and her eyes darkened with sadness. "Why can't you just say your wife, Evan? I'm aware you are married. I'm aware you married the woman your father wanted you to marry –- the one I almost got fucked for!" I winced at her last statement. I don’t think I could ever be comfortable hearing that said aloud. I swallowed and replied, "Because, my love, we both know she is not my wife," I said and I watched her eyes widen with shock and then her lips trembled.

She said proudly. "But I want to call him my husband because I love him! I want to call him my husband because he loves me! I want to be married to him, because what we have is real, not because I want to hold on to a title... He told me to leave! He kicked me out of my house, our house, a place we were supposed to have our family. Now he has in there another woman. He is going to raise his family with her!" I said shaking my head because what she said just didn't make sense to me right now.

Getting that news, Clyde was so devastated, that he ended spending his wedding night in my bed instead. And from that moment on, I made sure the distance between them only grew. I fed his indifference, carefully widening the crack in their marriage until it became something unfixable. He turned colder and she grew quieter blaming herself for her failed marriage. It was all going perfect. Until a year later, when Clyde told me Charlotte wanted a divorce. That he heard her talking to a lawyer. And If she left him, he would lose the company to his cousin. Everything he had built would be gone. And I couldn’t allow that. Not when I was so close.

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.

I thank him, then wait for what feels like an eternity. “Mrs. Sturgis,” A man calls out. I quickly stand. “Come with me. We had to move him to a room, he is pretty groggy.” “Is Max struggling to wake up?” I asked nervously. “He is having a problem staying awake. We moved him because he won’t let the female nurses near him. Mr. Sturgis is asking for his wife.” I follow the man to a room. Max’s eyes are closed, he is mumbling something, but I don’t understand what he is saying. Walking in, I try to take his hand, “I have a wife,” he jerks his hand from me.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

I watched as the glass shattered in her hands with my face impassive so I would not laugh. “You might be his wife but know that all he did was to use you to escape a marriage” Estrid said heatedly as I smiled. “I know but at least I am useful to him and I don’t blame him, you are vile enough that he had to try desperate measures to ensure that he is not shackled to your like through the rest of his life.” Estrid said through clenched teeth. “Vile, how dare you?”