Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? Ellya is still young, Louis.” Louis rubbed his temples. “I know, but we no longer have room to refuse.” From upstairs, Rebecca heard their entire conversation. She quickly went into her room and closed the door. Once alone, she took a deep breath and looked at her reflection in the mirror. A faint smile appeared on her lips. “Finally…” she whispered softly. “I’m going back to my home. To where I truly belong.” She picked up the engagement ring she had taken off earlier and placed it on the dressing table. “I’m sorry, Aric. I know you’ll be hurt. But I’m not the same Ellya anymore. I’m Rebecca, Samuel Wilson’s wife.”

"Reid, you really don't f*cking know the vast difference between heaven and earth. Jenna will be my only wife. This is proven to be true by the law and the rule of my family that Richards Manor agreed on. No one can change it. Also, is Liya qualified to be my wife? Even if she becomes my second wife, she is already considered extremely lucky." Hansen sneered again and again as he spoke sarcastically.

“Didn't you have ‘kids’ and ‘wife’? What the hell are you even doing here?” “Ah yeah, I do have kids... but as for wife, if she allows me to be her husband, she would be my wife... though I trea—why are you crying?” He panicked and reached out, gently grabbing my chin, raising it to make me look up him as his thump gently wiped away the tears that had fallen onto my cheeks. I gritted my teeth and glared at him. “Don't touch me with those hands of yours that caress another woman!”

Vivian's voice trembled on the other end. "It's Ophelia... she's back." My heart skipped a beat, but I forced my voice to stay calm. "What do you mean, back?" "Dad, Ophelia is back. She's a major shareholder now," Vivian continued, her voice shaking. "She's coming for the company, Dad, for Ryan. I don't know what to do.” Of course. Of course, she found a way back in. “Calm down,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though I could feel the rage boiling inside me. “Come home, Vivian. Nothing’s going to happen to your marriage. I’ll take care of it. I’ll talk to Ryan.”

Like the baby growing inside me was already erased. I showed Clara the phone. She looked at it, then at me. “That’s it,” she said firmly. “No more hoping. No more being the good wife. You’re calling that lawyer tomorrow and you’re figuring out how to get out of this marriage with everything you deserve.” “I already met with her. Rebecca Chen. She’s drawing up papers. Just in case.” “Good. Because Serena, look at this photo. Really look at it. Does this look like a man who’s coming back to you?”

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

like she was fighting herself and losing. And God… so was he. The kiss wasn’t a mistake to him. He knew that. Every sensible part of him was screaming that it should be. Because she is his ex-wife, the woman he’d let slip through his fingers, the one he had no claim on anymore. But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. And he wanted more. His hands curled into fists, nails biting into his palms. But he wasn’t going to stop trying and maybe, just maybe if Briella knew everything he’d hidden from her she would….

"Did you see the look of disgust on her face? How she crashes clamouring that you be thrown out. Funny, huh? And about throwing you out, you fucking deserved it for having the audacity to talk on my company and assault an employee. I bet you wouldn't do that if I wasn't the owner of that company." He bristled at my words, but I wasn't done. "And since we are talking about audacity. Why don't we address the fact that your so-called wife isn't even your wife anymore? Or should we skip that part? I'm guessing you haven't told Mommy and Daddy about that part yet? Maybe they gaslight her into coming back to you, like you brought them to talk to me." He stepped closer, almost shaking with anger. H

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"