Fatal Allure Spoiling My Wife Novels & Stories

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently.

“Except your name.” “I never wanted to erase who I was,” she replied. “Just... overwrite what they thought that meant.” He nodded. Claire looked up. “Jasper never signed the divorce papers.” Edward’s jaw clenched. “He’s a fool.” “I don’t care,” she said. “Not anymore.” “You sure?” “I’m sure he regrets it. But regret isn’t love.” --- A week later, Rowan collapsed during a solo experiment. Claire found him slumped beside the chemical hood, gas mask torn, skin turning gray.

All the amusement in his eyes vanished with her breath. “You try to escape, I’ll break your legs. But don’t worry,” he whispered in a low threatening voice before his eyes squinted as he chuckled darkly. “I know you’re a good girl and won’t like your husbands getting all Ted Bundy on you.” Alexei sighed shaking his head. “You’re not my husband.” Rara shook her head denying his words. Killian pouted. The word ‘husband’ curled her stomach in nauseating knots. Her eyes involuntarily moved to Ralph.

" With that, I slammed the door in her face without a shred of pity. She wailed until her voice gave out, and the property managers arrived to drag her away. She was permanently banned from entering my luxury neighborhood. … Less than a week later, I received the news that she was dead. Apparently, she got into a fight with Ansel. During the struggle, both of them tumbled over a third-story railing, and neither survived the fall. All I did was laugh it off. My new company just landed another massive partnership, and life would only get better.

Cursing her own foolishness for not listening to the repeated warnings from Velia and Asher. For God's sake, Aurora felt she had wasted too much time. Hoping Alex could genuinely change as promised. But the man repeated the same mistake. What's even more embarrassing, it was Alden who revealed her husband's affair scandal. No wonder her ex had been asking strange questions these past two days. As if making sure she was happy and her marriage was okay. "Alex, damn it!" Aurora continued to curse. This time there were no more tears of sadness. She swore that if Alex repeated the same mistake, she herself would send the man to hell.

“I loved Soren Knight. We were engaged. Until I discovered his affair with Adrian Vega.” Gasps rippled through the room. I felt my chest tighten. “That’s a lie.” Celeste’s lips curved. “Really? Then maybe you’d like to explain this.” She pulled out a sleek tablet and lifted it so everyone could see the video playing. My stomach dropped. It was footage from the Vegas chapel, me and Soren laughing, slurring, stumbling toward the altar. My voice rang out, loud and drunk: “Come on, Mr. Knight. Scared to marry me?”

Julian's POV When my wife, Monica Jackson, said those words, I finally raised my head to look at her. We'd dated for four years and been married for five. We'd shared the best years of our youth. I never expected that things between us would end up like this. I curled my lips into a bitter smile. But Monica, acting as if she didn't see it, asked darkly, "I'll give you one last chance. Where is Billy?" I wanted to sneer at her. But my one moment of willfulness had already dragged my entire family down with me.

"Right? As if Quinn has the time or energy to pamper him. He has no idea that Miles is the only one she actually cares about, the only man she's terrified of handling too roughly." Their cackles exploded through the corridor, shrill and merciless. I stood in the shadows, frozen from head to toe, every drop of blood inside me turning to ice. Every accidental touch between Quinn and me had almost cost me my life. Sometimes it was just red, itching welts. Other times, my breathing would crash, leaving me seconds away from asphyxiation and another emergency room visit. Our families had been connected for generations. I had spent years blaming myself, believing I had failed as a husband.

Then I came across a post online. It had to be Thomas Pryor. There were several photos, and in the corner of one frame, a familiar watch and coat gave away that Renee and Piper had been there. The caption read, "New year, new beginnings." I stared at the dinner spread in the photo. There were three burnt steaks. Everything clicked then. I hadn't done anything wrong. They'd simply grown tired of me. Even my own daughter had gone along with it, and that was what gutted me the most. Tears pooled in my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. I really was a failure.