Novel & Cerita Reclaiming Wife Stories

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."

Johan laughed because he was satisfied that he had made fun of them. "I didn't embarrass Caroline at all. I just want to tell you the truth in front of you. Do you know that Caroline is my wife?" asked Johan while holding Ben's hand which was still clutching his collar. Slowly, Ben released his grip from Johan's shirt collar. Caroline pulled Ben's hand out of the restaurant. "Caroline is the woman you destroyed with your own hands. The woman you let hurt. The body and heart you destroyed. And now, you call her your wife so easily?" Ben was so fluent in his words that he left Johan speechless for a while.

"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."

Chapter 3 Emily's POV He seemed to stutter to find the right word, seemed to be waiting for a miracle that could free him out of the trap he had walked right into. " It's for a friend, I was just helping him hold it" he finally managed to wheez out. I shook my head again his pathetic attempt to lie. " Liar! You think I don't see it? You think I don't see the blog posts? You are getting married to Karen? You are getting married to my own sister!" I yelled at him and he seemed to relax, as though he knew it was not worth lying about anyways.

"With our tragic loss, I realized that many families face such tragedies due to this everlasting dispute between vampires wolves and humans. Children lose parents. Parents lose children. It's a travesty that cannot continue," All eyes found mine, but I remained seated, my hand still clutching Caspian's. "My wife had fought and died for this," At the mention of her name, Caspian flipped his hand and squeezed mine back. Affection I didn't think he would reciprocate. "I will go to war. Lead the Valkyrie myself. We will reclaim a world that was promised to us by the goddess herself. Reclaim the world my wife had wanted," Sophie twitched for a moment, but didn't speak up. Even Amelia was left wit

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.

“Do you think I’d have the same poor taste as you? A woman like that is not even worth being a pawn of the Cevina Group. “You shouldn’t suspect that nobody. Why don’t you suspect your wife? But she loves you more than I thought. To clear away a rival in love, she was even willing to come to me for help. “By the way, Sawyer. Do you think that your wife is a pure and clean woman? You should ask her how she got your stock back from Mejika three years ago. Do you think she really managed it through words alone? You should know your wife’s skills better than that.”