Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

A husband who looked at his wife with hatred and blamed her for the marriage he didn't want, and a wife who never wanted this marriage and did everything to prevent it. "Undress," he looked at her on the bed, and at that command, Alice Taylor didn't move. "Undress! You are my wife, and you will obey my orders. You wanted this union, so you will be joined to me." When Alice got off the bed, she lifted her gaze to her husband for a second and only saw a cold, hateful face. Robert Graham snorted at the sight of his wife's curves, and that sound of disdain for her figure made Alice cover herself in embarrassment, embarrassed about her weight, the shape of her body, and standing naked in front of

Crazy Wife Gotta be brave! Barry!"I ran inside to hug him so close as more tears ran through my eyes wetting his cloth. No. Mum isn't right. I wouldn't leave Barry. I wouldn't get married again. I refused to be a ball passed around. I refuse to become useless I feel Barry's hand rubbing my back slowly soothing every pain I had. But I cried the more tightening the hug I gave him We might remain like this till God knows when!

Gasps and murmurs went around the crowd. "Isn't that the wife of Travis Osborne?" "Oh my goodness. She's a thief? Beautiful faces wear the worst coats. Such a skank. Look at how she has embarrassed herself and her husband." "Alice, how could you do such a thing? Embarrassing your husband?" Travis's uncle walked up to her, her eyes trained on him. "Don't come any closer to my wife," a voice thundered. "And who are—" His words died in his throat.

he continued, slowly, "your husband has a child in Africa. I don't know how he did it but I heard him say it to someone in the dark. The man he spoke to was Oskar. The Swedish man you are friends with. I should have warned you before you got married to him but I couldn't because I pledged my loyalty to him. I owe him my life though I hate him so much as much as I hate the wicked being that sits in the palace of hell. It is a shame you have lived your whole married life in lies. I wish I could explain my actions to you but I cannot. It is too dangerous for me to speak to you. The evil that surrounds your husband surrounds you too." "Oh! Paul," cried Mrs. Blackwheel, "let my children live thei

“Everybody knows everybody here so you’d find him and what does he look like, what is his accent and is he married or single?” “Brown hair, skinny and has no accent. I don’t know his relationship status but he has a woman around she’s called Britanny.” She cuts me off with a finger. “Hold on, that must be the new couples. The Oscarvilles stay at the forest swan area and occupy a mansion in a large vegetation. They moved in months ago and his wife is called Britanny. The workers who work there call him arrogant, weird and short tempered and his wife equally as weird and scared to show face. There’s something odd about that couple but you call him friend so maybe it could be tired rumours and

“You’re my wife, Zoe! We have a son together. We're a family. Do you understand that? And you’re throwing yourself at him like—like—” “I am not your wife!” I screamed, my voice shaking. The words hung in the air. Austin froze. He looked shocked and pale. His eyes showed deep hurt. “What… What did you just say?” His voice cracked with emotion. I held his stare, trembling but firm. “I said I am not your wife. We never got married, Austin. You’ve been lying to me. Manipulating me. Making me live in a life that never existed.” He staggered a step back, like the ground beneath him was breaking apart. Then, his shock turned to anger. He looked at Owen, and the venom returned.

Even my marriage to Carl in the future of my past reality didn't deliver me from the bad treatment and ostracization. The betas and omegas were compelled to show me respect. It was unoriginal. It was easy to spot the fakeness. The ostracization became subtle, but those who held higher positions in the pack were downright disrespectful. Being married to Carl seemed to have even made them hate me more. But here, with Trevor, we were all outcasts. We shared a similar trauma. No one looked hatefully at me. They just hadn't gotten used to having me around. But I was a bit uncomfortable at the moment. Stares I found truly uncomfortable and disturbing were thrown at me by an unexpected visitor, who

he asks, acting offended. I drop my head to hide my smile. Oh, this guy is something else. “Your kids are bastards. One of your other wives can bring them up. I’ve had enough. I’m going back to prostitution.” “Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He scowls, acting serious. I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud. “Oh my God,” the lady behind us whispers. “Shh,” her husband hisses.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“I want to divorce my husband and I need help with my son.” There goes that soft look from Preston. His hand was formed into a fist, ready to throw a punch at someone. Like how a brother would take his sister’s pain. “I’ll do the best for you, Hyacinth. Don’t worry. Elias will stay with you.” “I’m not talking about Elias.” She handed Preston the envelope that she had been holding onto since she walked inside the office. “I’m talking about the son I had from my previous marriage.” “Y-you… What do you mean?”