Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

"She did not want me to tell you, boss. She made me promise, but I do not think I can keep the promise any longer. She should not be going through this." I waited. And when he said nothing else, I asked, "Through what? I do not have time for epistles. Go straight to the point, and leave my fucking office. My wife regained her memories. When would I have known if I had not asked you? Did you advise her to run away from me, too?" "Her family plans to disown her—" I leaned forward, both elbows placed on the table as I asked, "It's no new information. What has that got to do with her recovery?"

The middle-aged woman nodded and hurried into the house, specifically into the room where Glara and Damian used to live. Glara fell silent, still unable to believe what was happening in her life. A week ago, Glara decided to return to her hometown after working in Japan for 18 months. However, she was greeted with a series of surprises, including Damian filing for divorce, the sudden change in the attitudes of her in-laws and husband, and the shocking revelation of Damian's marriage plans. Glara remained still, staring at Damian busy arranging the room with wedding decorations. Glara wanted to step inside, but just a few steps into the house, her progress halted as she saw the arrival of Dam

If the wedding didn't happen, it would cause damage to their family and to their business. Claudia, who had stayed near the staircase, finally walked to him. Her face was set in determination, she put her hands crossed the chest. "Bradley," she began in a calm voice, "Rebecca is your ex wife, she have sign the divorce letter, she's a runaway wife.Bradley, don't you love me, if you love me you won't be treating me this way, If you love me let the wedding happen, Now you have to choose between me and Rebecca"

“This is private property. You’re trespassing..and you’re done.” Adrian’s gaze never left Cecilia. His eyes burned into hers with possessive fire, stripping away the years, the divorce papers, the restraining order she’d fought tooth and nail to keep in place. “She’s still my wife,” he declared, voice cracking with raw desperation beneath the anger. “In every way that matters. You think a piece of paper erases what we had? What I gave her? What she promised me?”

He’s manoeuvring a clean outcome to cover all aspects and all possibilities. He brings me back, publicly reinstates me and spins the yarn about my memory loss. Comes up with a convincing story about my fake remains, seems to be the caring husband who nurses me back to health, still ends up with everything and a divorce. Nothing left in the closet to ruin his future.

“Yes. Look, I’m not happy because Fatima is special. I don’t ever want to lose her.” “You already lost her.” “It’s not too late. I have a lifetime to win her back.” “That’s why you came here, to tell me you will win back my wife?” Ian’s voice turned to anger. “You’ve got some guts, huh? Knowing what I’m capable of?” “No. I didn’t come to say that. All I’m saying is… it might be that I lost her now, but it doesn’t mean I’ll stop trying. I will get her back. Like the white men say, may the best man win.”

It's just perfect. I sit on my leather chair and swivel it over to gaze at the Seattle skyline. It's time for my games to begin. Scrolling through my notepad on my phone, I read my plans 'HOW TO GET REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND. Step One. Secure Collaboration.' A wicked smile tugs at the corner of my lips. It's finally time. "Rosa," I call my C.O.O "Yes ma'am." She's at my side in seconds. Looking extremely composed in her teal-green suit and low-cut hair.

I just got divorced, Nikolai might’ve been a cheater, but I was not one. Somehow I felt I had betrayed him somehow, in that little, thrillingly addictive moment I spent with Andreas. Again, he was back to ignoring me, the house was empty when I woke up, I felt a twinge of disappointment, a twinge I prayed I wouldn’t feel. it’s like taking one step forward and two steps back with him. Yeah the one step being the little strip tease you guys had last night, I teased at myself, I stopped the growing smile on my lips. No, this is wrong, this is so wrong on so many levels, I’m pregnant, my life is about to change in the best possible way, my brother will end both of us if he ever finds out, he’s m

She snapped at him and when he tried to pull away his right foot that Claudia was ‘treating’, she slapped his knee. “You look shocked, Nick. Take your time to process this information. We can all talk soon.” “Talk? What are we supposed to talk about? How she left and lived a life like we never existed? Now, she wants to come back just like that? I understand that she’s your sister, Preston, but she’s also my wife. She’s Liam’s mother. Is there even a reason good enough for what she did? Ouch!” He screamed again when Claudia intentionally pressed the cotton hard enough.

that’s when Clarisa found them. He grabbed his hair in frustration; his head was pounding from overthinking. Everything had been fine... He had already decided to take Clarisa back. He had thought things over last night... He was just shocked when he kicked his wife out. He had really waited for her to come back so they could talk. He was ready to reconcile with her... he couldn’t bear to lose Clarisa from his life. He didn’t care whether what she said about being kidnapped was true... what mattered to him was that she returned to him. He would swallow his pride if it meant she’d come back... that’s how much he loved his wife.