Outcast Wife Novels & Stories

I looked at my own reflection in the dark glass—the tired eyes, the faint lines on my forehead, the ghost of a man who was finally learning how to feel again. "Tell them I am not going anywhere," I said. "And tell them that if loving my wife again costs me this company, then this company was never worth having."

I wouldn't lose sleep over a tube of lipstick. My life became stagnant after I got married. My world shrank until I only moved within two miles of my home. I only traveled between my home, the grocery store, and the hospital for my prenatal check-ups. Meanwhile, Jonathan's business improved by the day, which also meant that he needed to meet more clients. Quinn was promoted from his assistant to his special assistant. She then became his business partner until eventually, she became the only woman who was always by his side. During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

After finishing, I rested in the garden by the mini fountain. “So, Cinderella is here,” someone remarked. I smelled alcohol. Who was this woman? “Are you?” “Come on! Don’t try so hard, bitch! The only reason Ethan married you is because you got pregnant and his parents told him to. You’re just like the other women he slept with. Nothing more.” “Compared to you? Of course, I’m better.” “No matter what you wear, you still have the attitude of a squatter! A piece of paper won’t change who you are! Look at yourself!”

He ran to me, grabbing my pant leg and sobbing, “Dr. Miller, even if you won’t save me, please give my dad back!” “My son is five and hasn’t even been able to start kindergarten because of his illness, while Dr. Miller’s daughter is in a prestigious elementary school. “How can a legitimate wife be humiliated like this by a mistress? Are you all just going to stand by?” Emily’s voice broke into sobs as she dragged Jason to the center of the stage, dropping to her knees and banging her head on the floor. The sight moved some of the onlookers to tears. Even the hospital leaders were giving me disapproving looks, their expressions now filled with contempt.

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

I stood up from the seat and marched towards the shivering bitch. "Don't ever repeat that word understood." I yelled at her ignoring the audience we had. "My wife is 100 percent perfect than a slut like you. She is not a whore who screams for attention. How pathetic you are?. You won't even leave a married men isn't it. My wife is pure like a gold. And I, Rohan Nanda only belongs to one girl, Nisha Rohan Nanda, my wife." I emphasized and stormed out from the bloody club. _:_

My work badge, my access card, and even my personal mobile phone were all confiscated. If they were able to find even the slightest evidence, I would be grounded for life. I didn't know how I walked out of the company office building. I went home feeling dazed. When I opened the door, what I saw was just an empty apartment. There was a file on the empty table. It was a divorce agreement. I opened it with trembling hands. The agreement was pretty clear. My wife wanted to divorce me, and I was to leave with nothing. The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Lysander roared while he scrambled out of his seat and scooped her into his arms, completely knocking over my chair. I stood there, frozen against the wall as the room erupted into chaos, watching my husband cradle another woman while he barked orders at the household staff. ​"Lysander, clear the path, let the guards get the car ready!" Xander shouted, stepping forward to open the dining room doors. ​"I'm taking her myself, get out of my way!" Lysander snapped back, his voice thick with panic, and he didn't look in my direction once as he carried her toward the entrance, leaving the rest of us standing in the wreckage of the dinner.