Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

" I'm done with you Reeda, you could choose to remain in the past, but I won't go there with you, you should forget about me, my wife is waiting," " Adrian please, I have no one, please help me," " Reeda, we both know that you are kidding right now, your family is always here with you, won't you let me take care of my family as well," " Alright Adrian, but be ready to pay for everything, you can't ruin my life like that and expect me to just accept it, you ruined my marriage, I'll ruin yours too, just you wait," Reeda said painfully as she walked back into her room.

I squeezed my hands. “I'm serious!" He blinked. “I'm sorry," he said, shaking his head. “I must have misheard you" “You didn't" “You want me," he repeated slowly, “to help you expose your husband." "Correct” “This seems to me like a trap. You trust his word over evidence," he said, factly. “This doesn't sound like you." He raked his hands through his hair. “And now you want to work with me?" I held his eyes. “I'm not that woman anymore"

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.

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

I slammed my eyes onto Colt and grabbed a fistful of his collar. “I’ll say what I need to say so it gets through her fragile little skull.” Then I pushed him away and stared down at Jesper, my gaze searing hot, boring into her narrow shoulders that shook with despair. “You are not my mate and you never will be. I’m rejecting you, Billie Jesper. Stay out of my way or I’ll make you regret ever having that fucking Moondream.”

My hands curled into fists at my sides, the image of Mason’s hands on her still burning in my mind. I had to remind myself that this wasn’t over. Ava might hate me right now, but hate was better than indifference. At least she felt something. I would use that. I would win her over, no matter how long it took. I would make up for my mistakes. I would reclaim my wife. Because she was mine. Whether she wanted to admit it or not.

"Who even are you without me? Do you really think the Jones family will welcome back their daughter who was lost for 18 years, just to freeload off of them?" The conference room fell silent, and the executives barely dared to breathe. Elara's voice remained cool like a tranquil lake as she continued, "Harvey, I simply won't be Mrs. Fisher anymore after leaving you. I just want to go back to being Elara Jones. "If the Jones family won't have me, I'll revert to my original name. Being with you is just exhausting. I've been the only one putting in effort to love you and to love our son…" Elara then let out a faint laugh before adding, "I'm convinced there's no path in this world more torturous

Looking back at my wife and starting a new life with her. I get crazy over time, living this kind of life. Finally, with mentally zero and ready to be heartbroken over and over again, I reopened Rara's account. Seeing who the bastard is who snatched my wife. I assure him will break his legs and arms. My hands in cold sweat reopened the account. Never before have I had anything this thrilling. Learning cars for the first time has never been this bad because this is very precious to me. My wife, taken by people! Shit! Shit!

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

Another chance to examine the wreckage of my character, the damage I'd done, the person I'd been while convincing myself I was reasonable. And the day after that, and the day after that, until hopefully I became someone different. Someone better. Someone Bianca might not have been ashamed to know. But that felt impossible. Because how did you come back from killing your wife? How did you rebuild a sense of self after destroying someone else completely? I didn't know. I just knew I had to try. Though I didn't think I deserved that redemption. I'd killed my wife. And no amount of therapy or confession or change would ever make that okay.