Reclaiming My Wife Novels & Stories

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

Or worse, during. My lips pressed into a thin, angry line. And all those years, he had said nothing. Not a word. I forced a breath out, shaking my head as though the motion could clear the thoughts. I couldn’t drown in that pit again. I wasn’t his wife anymore. I wasn’t his anything. The past was gone, buried beneath scars I refused to reopen. All I needed to do now was check on the little girl, make sure she was recovering. That was my duty as a doctor. Nothing else.

“To fresh starts. And no more emotionally constipated men.” Mia screamed in agreement. Natalie tilted her head back, downed her drink, and grinned. She felt…light. Having spent three years walking in eggshells around her so-called love sick husband. She finally felt free to behave however she pleaded. Meanwhile on the first floor, Liam still leaned against the railing, looking down at the party below with his friends beside him. His jaw clenched tight as he stared at his wife…. No his ex wife in disbelief. She was nothing like the woman he was married to for three years. She danced, she drank, she made jokes. Men hovered around her, flirting and smiling, and she didn’t turn them away.

Elianna emphasized each word as she reminded, "I was the legally wedded wife, as long as I restore Myla's identity, our marriage remains intact. And what about you? What right do you have to argue with me?" Livia, "The person he loved in his heart was me! He never belonged to you! Your marriage, from beginning to end, was in name only! If you had given up on him earlier, you... you wouldn't have..." Elianna narrowed her eyes, and the needle in her hand suddenly pierced her acupoint. Although the acupoints were accurate, without any technique in needle insertion, Livia let out a cry of pain and cold sweat immediately poured down. Elianna said, "It has been five years, and I should also reclai

After finalizing the divorce, we went straight to the bank to withdraw the money. When I handed it to Snow, I gave her a friendly reminder to think carefully before doing anything. Snow took the money and said seriously, “Jared, trust me! You won’t have to wait long. I’ll win you back. We’ll never be apart after that.” I did not bother arguing with her. I just smiled faintly. “Good luck.” With things at home mostly settled, I focused entirely on preparing for my overseas studies.

Nathan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it with a groggy hand and squinted at the screen. “Wife me up Nathan. Until then you have no right to restrict me or question my movements.” Andrea’s message. It was the text Nathan had woken up to after demanding to know where she was. His chest tightened as he read it again. He let out a dry laugh and dropped the phone back on the table. “At least I still have control over one woman,” he muttered to himself. His mind went straight to Alicia. She was still his wife, whether she liked it or not.

“And the only woman I want to focus on now is my wife.” James tilted his head. “Ex-wife,” he corrected calmly. Reid shot him a dead, murderous look. James cleared his throat immediately. “...Right. Apologies. Voluntary survival reflex.” Reid exhaled through his nose, then said, more honestly than he had in a long time, “I want to win her back. Properly. Not with just excuses..” James studied him for a moment, then nodded once. “Good. Then step one?” He leaned in slightly. “Grovel. On your knees. Until they bleed.”

I would no longer be the wife someone could ask to wait. I was leaving to reclaim my own life.

Maybe she was just tired of being a ghost in her own marriage. She turned to face him, fully. Gathered the shreds of herself into something that resembled courage. may be worthless in your eyes,she said. Each word scraped her throat raw. “But can’t you show me some love? Even for a minute, I would be glad. Even a lunatic is shown some love. Am I more worthless than a lunatic? Her breath hitched, but she didn’t stop. I know it’s just three months left. But can you at least regard me as your wife once? Just once.