Estranged Wife Novels & Stories

"I’m sorry, I realized yesterday. I knew nothing. I had to make a grave for Ethan, so it would be believed he was there, create another report because if Robert discovered..." "He knows," she fell to her knees beside her husband, clinging to his legs, lifted her face with tears and looked at him in a very strange way. "That bastard knows. He could destroy us with that." "Is that what matters to you? That's what I should be worried about! You should care about your sister, her baby. Your father took him away!" "But I think he did the right thing. And I'm not talking about that damn company of the devil, but... Alice couldn't continue being the wife of that bastard."

"Is it illegal to marry that quickly? My son suffered long enough while living with his ex-wife, Lianna. And in the midst of his suffering, Ms. Eridessa Joseph stepped in and mended his broken heart, the same, gentle heart that Lianna broke heartlessly." So, I'm…truly the villain…hah… I broke out in a bitter laughter. I felt like my head's going to crack at this point. It wasn't enough to paint me as the adulterous partner…you had to frame me as an estranged wife, who has gone crazy and intent on wrecking your "happy family"..? Is that what it is, Rue…?

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Caroline was furious and tried to break free from Johan's subordinates who tied her hands with a large and strong rope. "You mustn't mention another man's name in front of your husband, darling." Caroline spat in Johan's face in disgust. Johan took a deep breath and did not accept Caroline's disrespectful treatment. Finally, he drugged his wife and Caroline became unconscious. "Sir, where are you taking this woman?" "To the next playground," replied the enigmatic Johan.

She already had too much on her plate and any more ounce of drama would eventually break her. “Foolish child! You left your wife to pursue your career and expected you’d be welcome here with open arms? Why do you think I hired those guards to keep outsiders away?” Mrs.Vargas drew a deep breath and let a lungful of air out as if she was letting go of stress. “If you have a conscience, you wouldn’t come barging in here. I bet you didn’t even know that you’d already become a father when you stepped in here. You keep disappointing me, Shane.”

her tea to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed they shared. His side was neat, undisturbed. She ran her hand across his pillow for a moment then pulled it away, almost embarrassed by the gesture. Embarrassed to be caught — even by herself — reaching for a man who was not there. Who was rarely truly there even when he was. When had she started feeling like a stranger in her own marriage? She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment. That was the cruel thing about erosion — it doesn't announce itself. It doesn't arrive with a single devastating blow that you can point to and say, there, that is when everything changed. It comes quietly, slowly, one small disappointment at a time. One ignored

Vincent “You’ve been doing all the talking until now,” I snapped coldly into the phone before the distorted voice could even say a word. “Tonight, I’m the one asking questions.” Silence echoed briefly from the other side. I tightened my grip harder around the phone while anger burned beneath my skin. “How the hell do you know about the mole on my wife’s thigh?” I demanded furiously. “Who are you to her?!” A distorted laugh echoed softly through the speaker afterward. The sound alone irritated me more.

I bit my tongue and forced a smile that looked uglier than a crying face and continued on my way with the trove of bootlickers following me. “Mrs Gates, please help me. My husband really needs this contract from the Gates group. I guarantee that my husband is honest and will supply the items satisfactorily. Please put in a good word for us, our lives depend on it.” A desperate voice suddenly said, same time I felt a soft hand grab my arm. The tearful voice seemed to coming from a long tunnel, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see a young woman of my age, her eyes filled with desperation and love for her man.

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.

Isabella As I found myself residing in my estranged father's home, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of discomfort lingering in the air. Every moment spent alone with Emilio was fraught with tension, as the weight of our complicated relationship loomed heavily over us. We had spent so many years apart, estranged by his absence and my resentment. Now, thrown together by circumstances beyond our control, we were forced to navigate the awkwardness of our newfound proximity. It was during these moments of solitude with Emilio that I felt the full weight of my abandonment issues pressing down on me. Growing up, his absence had been a constant presence in my life, a silent reminder of