Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

was filled with damning headlines: "Is the Rossi Wife Cheating?" "Is This the End of Their Dynasty and Their Marriage?" "How Will the Stocks Survive?" "Secrets and Lies: The Dark Side of the Rossi Family" "Exclusive: Rachel Rossi's Hidden Past Revealed" "Can Nathan Rossi Forgive His Wife's Betrayal?" "Inside Sources Say Divorce Is Imminent" "Rossi Family Empire at Risk?" "Rachel Rossi: The Scandal That Could Topple a Dynasty" "Unfaithful and Untrustworthy: The Real Rachel Rossi?" Rachel's hands shook as she clutched the phone, her tears mixing with the rain. She felt exposed, vulnerable. The rain continued to pour, mingling with her tears, and she felt utterly lost and

My blood immediately rose to my head when I saw who was at the door. I went to her and slap her. “What did you do to my husband!!!” I shouted at her. I slap her again. “What do you really want?!!” The people there immediately stopped us. James held me while Alex held Jana. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "Sorry?!!! Will my husband be healed by your sorry?!!!” I shouted. "What are you going to do in Tagaytay huh?!!! Tell me!!!!" I ask her angrily.

"Mr. Rossini, could you let your wife get out first? Her leg isn't seriously hurt, and right now, there's a pregnant woman hemorrhaging badly. We need to use the emergency equipment in the ambulance—" Before the nurse could finish, a delicate voice sounded from inside the vehicle. "Dante, my leg hurts so much. Will I ever be able to dance again?" Dante's icy voice cut through the air with bone-chilling coldness. "My wife is a dancer. Her legs are more important than anyone here! I need to make sure she isn't left with a scar." He paused, then emphasized again, "No one is more important than my wife!" She was his wife? Then who was I?

I declared, an unexpected revelation hanging heavy in the air. The word "wife" seemed to echo around us, carrying a weight that caught the attention of onlookers. Whispers rippled through the crowd, the news spreading like wildfire. "Wife?" "Roseline's husband is Mr. Luca?" "I can't believe that he married an orphan." The hushed conversations reached my ears, igniting a surge of protective anger within me. The insensitive remark about her orphaned status fueled a desire to put those whispering voices in their place. She might have lost her parents, but she wasn't alone; she had me.

Then she looked at her friend as she asked curiously, "But why did her husband not come to visit her, at least for the sake of their child?! Ah, some men are wicked o! Can't he behave like his father at least?!" "Husband for where?!" her friend answered spitefully as she twisted her mouth in derision and then hissed softly to drive home her point. "Don't you read the papers?! Her husband has since married another woman and is living in America with her!" "Ah! The woman has suffered o!" her friend lamented. She lowered her voice as she whispered conspiratorially to her friend. "So which one is Dr. Omagbemi's own? He's behaving as if the woman is his wife; he spends every of his free time ther

I downed several gulps of water, staggering to my feet. Just as I stumbled toward the door, Emily appeared again, ready to confront me. She spat, "Slut! You lost your husband, and now you're throwing yourself at mine? Serves you right that William and your child are both dead! You should've joined them!" With those words, my rage instantly ignited. She was the one who stole my husband and caused me to lose my baby. Yet, she was accusing me of being the other woman. Fueled by intense anger, I grabbed her collar and slapped her across the face. I snarled, "You destroyed my family! You're the real slut!"

“Alice, please don’t make this harder than it has to be.” I turned my head slowly toward her, and the cold in my chest transformed into something sharp. “Harder?” I repeated, incredulous. My laugh came out jagged. “You slept with his cousin the night I ruined my life, you married that cousin, you just became a widow, and now you’re sitting in my husband’s car like you own him. You’re telling me not to make it hard?” Her eyes glistened. If she’d been alone, maybe I would’ve believed the tears. But pressed against David’s shoulder, looking safe and cherished, she looked like a saint in a painting.

Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there. After getting married, she should have been happy. But instead, she faced oppression from her mother-in-law in this house, and her husband sided with his mother. "You’re such a useless wife! I deeply regret marrying you!" Johan shoved Caroline, causing her to fall to the floor. Johan even kicked her stomach. He no longer had any conscience. Victoria was delighted to see her son treating Caroline this way. Not just once, but twice, Johan kicked Caroline in the stomach. "I’m sorry." Caroline’s voice was barely audible, even to Johan.

I say with a slight smile plastered on my face “Yeah...maybe” Dame says returning his attention back to the view Infront of him. PACK HOUSE BUSHWIND TOWN 22:00PM After an unsuccessful day of feeling further from the truth, Gabriel stands at the bar drowning his sorrows in alcohol, after spending 23 years trying to erase the memoires of his late wife, all his efforts, hard work went down the drain. Ashina was haunting him in ways in never imagined it was as if she was trying to send him a message but what the message could be is something Gabriel didn’t have hope in discovering.