Reclaiming Wife Novels & Stories

"Please let me go. Please. I know you are a good man. You cannot do anything bad to me." "Molly." He takes my hand in his and sits back. "I can do anything for you, but I cannot let you go to Lance." I pull my hand back instantly and growl, "Why? I am his wife. I love him." My lower lip quivers as I struggle to keep my tears at bay. "Why are you keeping someone else’s wife with you? Don’t you know I am pregnant with his child?" "I don’t care," he says flatly, and I gasp.

I wasn’t even sure if they knew or recognized I was without my wolf, but even if they knew, would they care? However, before I could utter a word, Dad cut me off. "You're getting married tomorrow, end of discussion!" Discussion? I thought that involved hearing from both sides. If anything, this was a one-sided conversation. I would hardly consider this a discussion. Both he and Mom then stood simultaneously and walked off, showing no remorse or sympathy for the pain I felt or the tears that rolled down their daughter's face. Then again, what was I expecting? Dad killed my mate knowing full well it could have killed me. He doesn't care about me. When would I learn that?

I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong person. "But what I never imagined was that my wife would help her lover secure his professorship by plagiarizing the thesis that took me six months to complete, and then hire online trolls to spread rumors and slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "Here, I find myself grateful that my wife doesn't love me, because she never noticed that I have a habit of recording my entire thought process and writing progress whenever I work on a thesis. "Here, indifference has become the most direct evidence to prove my innocence. Of course, I also have several audio recordings and chat logs here. In them, both Anna and Josh admi

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

"Mr. Sterling, your wife has a gift. It would be a crime to keep it hidden." Adrian's hand closes around my elbow. "She is not interested." I feel his fingers dig into my skin. In my past life, I would have let him lead me away. I would have smiled, apologized, made myself small. I gently pull my arm free. "I will consider your offer, Mr. Hughes. Thank you." Adrian stares at me. I do not see his eyes. I walk toward the restroom, my heart pounding, my hands trembling. Behind me, I hear Victor Hughes say, "You have a remarkable wife, Mr. Sterling. Do not let her forget it."

After that, the nightmares came, every night without fail. No matter how my family or friends pleaded, I refused to remarry. Who could have imagined that my devotion over three years would turn me into a fool? Hilary faked her death and ran off with my daughter, for her so-called one true love? A bitter laugh escaped me. By the time I came to, I had somehow returned to the hotel. All night long, memories tormented me like ghosts. By dawn, I had made up my mind. At the very least, I had to get my daughter back.

Nova had not quite let us go either even when she moved on and got married; she had never, truly, let go. I pushed the box back under her bed and called the office. First, I had to make sure everyone was protected and then go hunt my girl down. When I saw her again, I had known that it was unlikely that her husband would mess that up. I thought no man who had that would be that stupid, but I knew that I would push my way in there and take her back if he did. I couldn't believe it when I found out just how much of a dumbass her husband was, but I was more than happy to take away what he didn't hold precious.

“ I bet you can tell how hopeless your venture is since the woman you love could afford to marry another man while you're in coma because she has given her all and is scrapped clean of the energy to wait.” “ Do you not get it? You are dying. Now's not the time for fine and thoughtful long-term goals, and beautiful objectives and intentions. Now's not the time, you asshole. Your singular job should be to reunite with your wife. To make up for the lost time. To make her happy. How difficult can that be? You locked your grandmother and the other twin when you saw through them, why couldn't you finish everything on a better note, or does it fuel your tank to have her in another man’s arms?”

Now, everything was gone. “She’s really not coming back,” he murmured, his voice hollow with disbelief. Giovanna walked over and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “It’s better if she doesn’t. We can build our life together now. I’ll help you with the Camorra negotiations and gain you even more power.”

What a waste. “You’re just trying to brainwash my son,” The old woman pushed me to the right side and marched towards Hadyy who’s freezing on his foot doesn’t know what to do in this situation. “Woah! Coming from the woman who tried to stole my husband away from me and my son, quite surprising. I’m thrilled to deepest part of my spine, what a joke,” I slowly walk to their standpoint and stops right in front of her and my husband. “I think it’s more appropriate If I’m the one to say that you should take your filthy hands off my husband. And...don’t ever try to question my right because factually, technically and legally we’re married, I am her wife and so he is my what?” I raised my left brow