Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

“Is this your latest trick after accusing me of stealing your software? You keep trying to interfere with everything I've achieved. Leave this room. You're trespassing.” Why? I wondered. This felt like a battle I couldn't win. My entire thoughts were disorganized. I was shocked from the inside. Was this how it all ended? I was losing out. If Rebecca was his wife, then it's over. “I am not your wife!” Rebecca snapped. Hope surged through me at her words. There was clearly something I didn't understand. “Rebecca, am I not your husband? Why are you denying me in front of my enemy?” “I am not your wife! Where's the injection you planned to use to keep me bedridden?”

“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.

and strange. He didn't respond to my comment, his gaze is fixed on something else. I scream when I follow his gaze. " you bastard" I push him and try to cover myself with my hands as much as I can. " what did I do to deserve to such profanities? Now am I not allowed to even look at you" His arm circled my waist, pulling me up. my heart leapt at the proximity. " I am afraid that one day you will forgot that I am your first husband." He scoffed

Adrain had successfully gained access to the bank’s website and searched its database. Where is my beautiful wife? I need to see her. She brightens my day. The balance in our relationship has shifted since yesterday. Our relationship has deteriorated to the point that I must once more demonstrate to her that I won’t keep secrets that have an impact on us. And I’m determined to win back her trust. I called her, and she picked up. “Hello beautiful,” I said. Cia’s voice came through the phone. “Oh, thank you, dear brother.” In the background, I could hear Anaya imploring Cia to give her phone back. I shook my head, thinking of how she was teasing my wife.

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

He reached out, picked up the fountain pen on his desk, and snapped it cleanly in half with a single, effortless twitch of his fingers. Mark flinched. "Let them file their cases," Ethan declared, his voice a low, lethal vow that echoed through the quiet room. He stood up, looking out over Paris like an apex predator marking his territory. "I’m not giving up on her. She is my wife, Mark. She's the woman I love. And I will spend the rest of my life proving that I deserve her. And I will tear this city apart stone by stone before I let them take her from me.

More alive. She still tells me she loves me every single day. Then she drops to her knees and begs me to ruin her. The accident took my wife. But what came back was something better. Something real. Something that had been waiting years to be unleashed. I built the perfect replica. Instead, she rebuilt me. And together we created something darker, wetter, and infinitely more satisfying than our old marriage ever was. Every night when she spreads her legs and whispers “Break me,” I thank whatever gods brought her back to me.

Just like that, everything crumbled. Reality hit hard, Jessica was broke, used, and alone. The so-called businessman had stripped her of everything: her pride, her money, and her false sense of security. That’s when she realized the truth. Aaron had been the real prize. And now, she wanted him back. Her obsession with regain Aaron’s love had turned into her sole mission. But this time, she wasn’t going to make the same mistake. Anyone who got in her way—especially that low life grrl Aaron had started showing interest in—would be removed.

"You faked your death." "I disappeared." She smiled. Thin. Cold. "There's a difference. I watched my husband build an empire from nothing. I watched him destroy anyone who got in his way. I watched him become a man I didn't recognize. And I knew—if I stayed, I would become like him. So I left." "And now you're back." "Now the empire is gone. My husband is in prison. The Collective is ashes. And the money—the money your mother hid, the money my husband spent forty years trying to find—is finally in one place."

"You’re standing here playing the victim because your husband spent a night under my roof while he was grieving his sister. But you seem to forget that you spent years earning that ring by being the 'other woman.' You shouldn't be surprised that the seat you stole is so uncomfortable." "You... you bitch," Lucy whispered, her voice cracking. "You’re just trying to take him back because you're single and miserable. You’re a failed wife trying to reclaim a throne you lost. Even with all your money, you cannot get a man of your own." I let out a short, melodic laugh.