Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

I exclaim as I cross-check my wrist watch and I realize that I have been working for so long. “As far as I am concerned, the three hours that I was away is enough to get your work done, so suspend whatever you are doing and give me the gist so that I can know the next step we are to take to set the ball of our revenge mission rolling,” she says, drawing out the chair in front of me. “I just came back to a year in my life after I was murdered by my supposed husband’s legal wife, so I am still trying to get used to a lot of things that I have not been used to in a very long time,” I explain.

Liam shook his head at me, “Are you crazy? Dude, I would kill for a wife like her. She’s beautiful, smart, and her life revolves around you. Sorry, but I think you’re going blind.” I shook my head in disagreement, “Daya will be coming back tomorrow night. She’s the one I want. If my dad hadn’t insisted, I would’ve never married Harley.” Liam countered, “Everything you love about Daya is fake. Your wife is all natural and beautiful. You are making the biggest mistake of your life. Just let me know when you do it. I want to be there to help her heal.”

His breath came faster, rough against my skin as he whispered, “You’re my wife, Monique. My wife. No matter what happens, you’re mine.” The words made my stomach twist. I froze as his hands slid lower, his body pressed harder into mine. He was hard against me. I could feel what he wanted....what he thought he could take, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It hit me then. He wasn’t just trying to control my choices, my money, my freedom....he wanted to reclaim me entirely. And I realized, with every fiber of my being, that I could never let him. “Ryan, stop.” I manage to say it louder this time, my voice shaking but still strong.

"You keep forgetting one small detail. I'm still his legal wife. Our joint accounts and statements are none of your concern, are they?" "You're getting divorced!" Catherine growled. "Oh, I can always withdraw the petition," Rebecca said lightly. "Doesn't really make much difference." Catherine's face flushed with anger. "You're just after his money! Isn't everything you're buying today coming out of his pocket?" "How do you keep forgetting the basics?" Rebecca sighed, shaking her head. "Me spending his money is completely legitimate. His money is mine too. It's called community property. Looks like I'll have to reclaim everything again to help you remember."

It was the ultimate power move, a public declaration that I was still desirable, still the envy of every woman. Reclaiming Chloe was just the first step. Weakening Eddie's bond with Amelia was the next. Ultimately, I would be back by his side, the prodigal wife returning home. The scandal would be epic, the headlines a glittering testament to my brilliance. Jenna Crawford, the ultimate survivor, is back on top. The game was on, and this time, I wasn't just playing to win. I was playing to obliterate. Eddie’s POV Jenna. Back in my house. Under the same roof as Chloe and Amelia. The carefully constructed world I'd built for my daughter, a haven of stability and routine, felt precariously balan

"I need to trigger his memories. Show him photos, tell him stories, make him remember what we had." "Sophia, you're not hearing me. This is harassment. If you show up at his building again, if you contact him, if you do anything to interfere with his recovery, Eve can file for a restraining order. And given your history, she'd get it." "So I'm just supposed to disappear? Let her win?" "She already won. She's his wife..." "Ex-wife." "She's the mother of his child. She's living with him. They're working things out. You've already lost, Sophia. The question is whether you're going to accept that gracefully or make it worse."

, I told him. "Can I ask you something?", he asked me. "What?", I asked him. "Can we make the rest of our days more beautiful than being miserable ?", he asked me. "What do you suggest?", I asked curiously. "I want us to act like a normal husband and wife till the final day. No more fights. Let us be considerate of each other without judging. Can we go back to Matt and Meredith before everything?", he asked me. "That is too much", I said.

"Was that our agreement before the marriage took place?" "I no longer care. She's now my wife and I find something special about her. She's also my property and I'll do whatever I want." Reid blurted, he hates talking about this. "Just focus on taking back your position from his father, and I have nothing to do with that as well." He remarked and stood on his feet.

Countless people flooded in to watch this spectacle, and the comments were filled with exclamation marks and question marks. "This woman is my ex-girlfriend. I once broke my leg trying to save her and she decisively abandoned me to run off with another man. Now that she’s seen me achieve success, she came back to seduce me and used schemes to drive away my wife!” "After learning of her true nature, I continued with this wedding only for today's livestream. I want to say something to my real wife.” "Lily Jensen, I know that I screwed up. You'll be my only wife in this lifetime. No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, I will definitely find you. You promised me you'd stay by my s

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.