Reclaiming Wife Stories Novels & Stories

He specialized in divorce and family law cases. "I have evidence, medical reports from the hospital and several witnesses who can corroborate my statement. I experienced domestic violence by my husband and mother-in-law. I was kicked out of the house and I was sick at the time," Caroline said with a heavy sigh. When she remembers what happened in the past, it is so painful. She was disrespected and treated like trash in Johan's family. However, it would never happen again in her life. The bitter memories hit her again, but Caroline straightened her shoulders. This time, she would not let her past destroy her again.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

Vivian kept her pace beside me, her eyes fixed on her phone, and I was secretly relieved she wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Our three years of marriage. Three years of unnecessary arguments and jabs. Three years of building a perfect facade of being a good husband. I had never thought we’d last this long. My initial plan was to destroy the video—the one that got me into this loveless marriage. Robert—Vivian’s father—had a video of the company’s dark past, a video that could bring my entire empire crashing down, and he was using it as leverage against me.

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”

she asked, her voice shaking just a little bit. "Divorce papers," Aryan replied easily, like he was talking about the weather. "Rhea is back in the country. She is the only woman I ever loved, and I am going to marry her. You knew this from the start, Kiara. Our marriage was just a business deal for my sick grandfather. He is dead now. The deal is over. I don't need to play this boring game with you anymore."

"I just... I couldn't let her win. Not anymore." "And you didn't." Isabelle squeezed her hands. "You stood there, in front of the entire city, and you didn't back down. You didn't scream. You didn't cry. You won." Adrian came to stand beside his wife. His hand rested on Crystal's shoulder. "I know you don't want to talk about your marriage to Ethan," he said gently. "You haven't spoken much about it. And that's alright." Crystal looked down. "But I want you to know something," Adrian continued. "Before, you didn't have us. You were alone. You had to fight your battles by yourself."

I wrote about the slow, painful awakening—the first client meeting for the Tribeca project, the thrill of seeing my name in *New York Magazine*, the terrifying freedom of buying the penthouse in my own name. Every sentence was a reclamation. The clock passed midnight, then 2 a.m. I didn’t stop. The pain I poured onto the page wasn’t just mine anymore. It belonged to every woman who had ever dimmed her light for a man who took her for granted. The novel was becoming a mirror for the invisible wives of Manhattan’s elite, and that realization fueled me. A soft knock startled me around 3 a.m. Khalid stood in the doorway, wearing pajama bottoms and an old t-shirt, his hair disheveled from restles

Hoping his touch would have same calming effect as hers have on him. "Yes, I betted on you. I asked Theo to charm you. Yes, I was desperate to get out of this marriage. Yes, I used to see you as somene who was forced on me. I hated the fact that my wife was a disable. Yes, I abducted Theo because I was scared he will convince you to leave me. Yes, I got involved with Leah while being married to you," it didn't escape his notice how his every word was stabbing her hard. But he had to say his truth. Fresh set of tears welled up in her eyes.

This was because the husband tried locating his wife, filled with remorse for doing something so drastically wrong. When his search had been already fruitless for three years, he gave up and decided to just bring his two children together. He took care of the judgmental Masakonians by pretending that his wife was on a vacation and that the girl she’s with was his niece. Apparently, the wife did come back a year later, satisfying the others with the husband’s alibi. She brought with her a boy who she argued to be an orphan she passed by in the streets. The husband wasn’t convinced but said nothing. Trying to live in peace, they have barricaded themselves from the other Wielders, shutting them

He replied waving his hand like woman. "Fin, this is my wife Lillian" Adrian introduced. "Ohh my!!!!! isn't she the one from three years ago" Fin blurted out. Without thinking. Feeling the cold glare directed at him, Fin felt goosebumps. He had annoyed the ruthless man beside him. Seeing Adrian getting angry at what Fin said, Lillian held his hand and shook her head at him telling him to calm down. Still Adrian didn't let Fin out the hook, he said. "You're definitely not getting that contract"