Estranged Wife Novels & Stories

I changed my shoes and washed my hands before answering coolly, "Ate with a friend." He stepped closer, smelled the sliders, and immediately covered his nose. "I told you not to have sliders. You stink," he complained. "Vesper eats them, and it's fine?" I shot back. His disgust grew. "You're not her. Besides, she's an outsider." I didn't argue further, aware of his prejudice toward me. It was fine. Soon enough, I'd be an outsider too. ... Maren flew abroad the next day for business, while I had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement that stated my leave with nothing.

then, I flipped her onto her back as she was pulling me by the nape to kiss me and I was thrusting into her again. And again. And again until we cannot remember why are we falling out of each other years ago. I was breathing hard before I was slamming for the last time as I spewed my hot load into her. Irina screamed as I grunted on top of her. we both breathing hard before I heard someone sobbed. I stilled and turned to look at my estranged wife before my gut was hitting me hard.

It was enough to drive me fucking crazy watching him flirt with my wife so freely and knowing it was all my fault that he even got the chance. But it was one of them posing for a photo his arm wrapped comfortably around her waist her smiling awkwardly as he looked at her with a shit-eating grin on his face. That was the final straw I know the plan was to let things appear as if we had no contact to keep her off the mystery assassin radar. But this mother fucker was getting way too comfortable with my wife and I wasn’t having it. I had to make it clear to the bastard that I wasn’t completely out of the picture, and it seems I needed to remind her too. I could handle her not taking my calls, e

I had to wake up to reality: a widow, destined to be lonely for the rest of her life. Fidez’s POV I slammed my hand against the steering wheel as I drove away from the house of the woman who made me truly happy. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to. I could have dragged her back to the farm, but I knew she’d be angry with me. I thought I could convince her to stay by my side. I was supposed to have one more week, but then my wife suddenly came home. I didn't even know what to do with her. I want to end our relationship so Cyrene and I can be free, but it’s up to my wife if she even wants to continue this marriage. She’s the one who pulled away and became distant. And yet, she’s the one a

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

My husband just left me. I took the phone dialled his number but he didn't pick my phone. How could he just remove me from his life? I thought he loved me. It was all lies. He never loved me. How could he leave me in a flash if he ever loved me? Where does that leave me now that I'm living as an estranged wife. Will he go back to his old life and lovers? I don't know. I just don't know how will we get back together after this. It seems that no one wants us to be together and happy.

And as I laughed, tears began streaming down my face. Six years. I'd silently held this family together for six whole years. Because of me, my husband, Grayson Strickland, was free to stay far away from his sick mother's bedside, free of any worries, and live his refined and admired life as Prof. Strickland. What I never expected, however, was that while he claimed he was too busy to give me a wedding, he'd already become another woman's perfect husband behind my back. And that woman was Callista Whitman—the same woman who had once sweetly called me "Mrs. Strickland".

I asked. “Never had one today or recently apart from her friend” I don't know why the confirmation springs something inside of me, but I left off feeling much better. “Great…" I looked at them, “Keep up the good work, and no sleeping on duty” With that, I took the steps one at a time until I had completely left the place. I went there to discover something but discovered yet another thing. Why did my estranged wife suddenly change after the accident? And what the hell was that mark on her neck if she wasn't seeing anyone today?

No wonder the Farwell family delayed the wedding for so long! Someone typed a question: What about now? One of the netizens responded: The wife is back! Mr. Farwell repented and turned over a new leaf. Naturally, the homewrecker needs to be kicked out of the house! That discussion soon reigned over the other speculations, and the netizens started condemning Aubree. One of the netizens typed: Homewreckers are shameless! Another netizen commented: I can’t believe she has the audacity to meddle in someone else’s marriage! How shameless!

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'