Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

My knuckles turned white beneath the table. Alec laughed under his breath. “Look at her. No manners, no shame. Can’t even greet her mother and stepfather anymore?” Still, I stayed silent. Because that was the only weapon I had left in this house full of venom. Silence. Steel. Restraint. “I heard the real wife, you know, the one who actually mattered is living it up with Mario on some private island,” Janice said casually. “Since the Destroyer among them was officially cast out.”

stone and shouted, "I'm only going to ask you this question one last time Trad! Don't play games with me! What did you do to my wife?!" Trad looked at the stone from the house that sat on the ground from Beau's punch, looked back at Beau, and said while smirking, "You know what it was me. I hurt your precious Marigold but it's not like it matters anyway. When are you going to wake up and realize that she's nothing more than a piece of property?! I mean think about it! Your father bought her for 10 million dollars, he just sold her which means nobody is looking for her. You can do whatever you want with her and nobody will care because nobody is looking for her. You and I are men and I know

Rosei widened hers eyes, hers mouth opened so that hers jaw almost dropped to the floor. What's this? What really happened? "Mr. CEO Garrick Blackton, what are you doing? This man is my best friend's ex-husband. I know who he is. He is just a poor, useless man who has depended on his wife's family all his life!" said Rosey. "He is nothing more than a useless human who was a slave during his life as a son-in-law."

“Hate me for saying this, but she just escaped death. She was traumatized, and you should have been there for her all that time. Yet, here you are, drinking with your Brit buddy as if nothing happened to your wife last week. If I were here, I’d already run away because you don’t deserve her.” “Fuck you both. Take me to the Bates.” Owen chuckled, fist bumping with Huxley. “Gladly.” Thirty minutes later, I rang the bell at the Bates’s house, and Augustine opened the door. I ignored my dismay, but watching her reaction on her face would have been fun. “Lake, it’s late.” It was only eleven in the evening, but I got that. “Is my wife home?” “She just left with Terzo.” What the fuck! “Where to, if

He asked, looking at the woman who had been defeated by the truth. OUTSIDER? Legally, she is married to him,so she is now his family and her uncle is now an outsider. She really did help an outsider. "Hahaha. Didn't you just say that your wife is innocent? How can you bear to hurt such an innocent lady? Even if you do, she is now yours, you know." Clara was no longer listening to what they were saying. All she could feel was the deep pain in her heart, as if a deep hole had been dug up in it . All her hope and trust have completely fallen, all her persistence is no more.

The lady kicked her hard several times, screaming as she lashed out, "Carmen Adams, was it? You're a popular rising actress, right? The wife of the young master of the Stephenson Family, right? You slutty little c*nt! How dare you seduce my husband?! How dare you!"

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____