Novel & Cerita Prodigal Wife

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

“And a wife who… can’t even show her face in public.” The words were cold. Without empathy. Without any attempt to soften them. Leonard held his breath. “Grandmother—” “I don’t blame you for the accident,” she cut in. “Things like that are beyond control.” She paused, then looked at him more intently. “But what happens next… is a choice.” Leonard’s hands curled into fists. “What do you mean?” Margaret rose slowly. Her steps were calm. But each one carried weight. “You know exactly what I mean.” She stopped right in front of him. “You are the heir of the Ashcroft family.”

Given that I did not encounter or engage with any of his family members at our wedding, I inferred that his relationship with them was strained. As we passed by a woman in a red gown holding a wine glass, I overheard her whispering to the man beside her, "Look, the prodigal son has arrived. I can’t believe this eldest son of Lawrence Monroe dropped out of school to escape a life of luxury. What a fool he is! I also heard that he only comes here to beg his father for money. I really don't understand why he left his family in the first place. What a pathetic beggar this man is..."

“I’m not at fault. You’re always at a lot of hooker-related events. I was thinking you might want to hire one to accompany you to your family lunch.” “Camila Grayston!” She didn’t even flinch when she glanced at me. “Isn’t that what you do, Stopher?” That Stopher name, again. I sighed audibly. “Camille, I haven’t gone to any of the events with anybody since you stepped in, and that will never happen again. Yes, I fuck prostitutes, as you already know that fact about me. I used to take prostitutes to functions, but now that I have a wife, I don’t need to. Grandpa said bring your family, not your hookers. Prostitutes are not family, Camille. You are my family, no matter our differences. I’ll n

“While your husband vents on you, his wife who had stood his stupid and monstrous self for years over a name that can die and resurrect again, I protect my wife and throw the name aside if I have to.” Clap Clap Clap The sound of hands clapping came from behind me and I immediately turned around. Speak of the devil and he appears. “How did I end up getting such a stupid son. One to be pushed about by women, one who lacks reasoning because of the things between his wife’s legs?”

"Hurry up and sign it. The Wades have been a single bloodline for three generations. We're not keeping someone like you, a barren woman who offers nothing." I picked up the agreement and skimmed it. I couldn't believe how heartless the Wades were! I had given up my career and the best years of my life to marry a man who couldn't have kids, choosing to stay home as a full-time wife, swallowing my pride to keep the peace and build a happy family. And now, here I was—betrayed by Owen, put down by Mildred for not being able to have kids, and being forced to divorce and leave with nothing.

I could already envision their eager faces, their eyes glinting with greed as they welcome the prodigal son and his wealthy heir back into the fold. For years, they had been pushing, prodding, attempting to manipulate me into taking a wife from “one of the eligible local ladies” but to no avail. I know it's just one of their ploys to gain access to my wealth but I was no fool to fall for it. And as I think about it now, my spur-of-the-moment decision of going there with a pretend wife isn't such a bad idea after all.

"You're spiraling. I can see it." "Am I?" I looked at him. "Her son is here. Her actual child, not the boy she's helping out of obligation or affection. What if she finds out and realizes she wants her old life back?" "Her old life involved a husband who tried to kill her," Elijah pointed out. "I don't think she's nostalgic for that." "But Theo—" I stopped, trying to articulate the fear that had been growing. "She gave birth to him. Raised him. That's not something you just walk away from, even if the marriage was terrible."

"What made it hard?" The woman instantly let it spill. "The bride's brother never approved this marriage. Tell me, how can a match this fine keep running into trouble? I heard her brother refuses to get married himself, but he won't let his sister marry either. These two waited five years before they could finally have their wedding. Luckily, the groom was willing to wait." I pressed my fingers hard into my palm. I understand it now. Sinead was an only child, which meant I was that unreasonable brother. I was the obstacle.

I went from being a genius prodigy whom everyone looked up to to a miserable, resentful trophy wife. Truth be told, if I could've turned a blind eye to my husband's infidelity the way many wealthy wives did, my life really would have been incredibly comfortable. After all, for the five years we were married, aside from his philandering, Evan had been extremely generous to my family and me.