Estranged Wife Novels & Stories

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Her smile, which used to feel like home, now just a distant memory I couldn’t touch anymore. She stayed for so long. In silence. In pain. In a role she never truly chose. My wife… but never really my wife. The mother of my child… but never part of my life. I put her in the wrong place, bound her with a contract I thought would keep her by my side, when in truth, I was the one slowly eroding her reasons to stay.

Stay protected. Do not move. The man walked closer. Holden’s jaw flexed. “One more step and you lose your legs.” The stranger paused—amused. “Relax, Holden Li. Put that feral instinct back in your pocket. I’m not here for you.” Holden’s eyes narrowed. “But you came after my wife.” The man chuckled. “Contract wife. Temporary wife. Don’t overestimate your claim.” Holden’s anger went volcanic. He stepped forward, fists curling—

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

Izzy blinked in a daze, and soon after shaking her head out of the fog, she stared at him, who was leaning in closer and closer to her. The man before her was a stranger in so many ways, yet there was a vulnerability in his words that shook her to the core. But she couldn’t forget how he had lied to her, destroyed her family, manipulated her entire little world with his dominance, and now... he was here, shamelessly, claiming her as his wife without her consent. Those things were something she couldn’t easily forgive. "Stay away...!" she yelled pushing him away and yanking back, on guard. "You can't touch anyone else, right?" she paused slightly then continued,

He couldn't imagine staying away from her again, or repeating his old mistake of letting go of her hand. He was immensely in love with her, obsessed would be an understatement of how he feels about his dear wife—ex-wife at the moment until she agrees to unsign the divorce documents she signed. Astrid broke away from their kiss, looked straight into his eyes and muttered,“I want you, Rowan."

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market. In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears. The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” “I know exactly what I’m saying.” He reached for me, his hand closing around my wrist. “Come here.” I tried to pull away. His grip tightened. “Jason, let go.” “Why?” He pulled me closer. I could smell the whiskey on his breath, thick and sour. “Why won’t you let me touch you? You’re my wife.” “You don’t want to touch me. Go and touch her instead." His eyes narrowed. “Her?” “Your freaking mistress.Get out of my room.”