Reclaiming Wife Stories Novels & Stories

A woman who had demanded truth and received it, imperfectly and at cost, but received it nonetheless. A woman who had reclaimed a business that had always been hers in substance and was now hers in acknowledgment too. A woman who had taught her son something about what accountability looked like by living it in front of him rather than just speaking about it. A woman who had found, in the wreckage of a marriage nearly destroyed, the parts of herself that the marriage had slowly worn away.

"My lawyer is Rebecca Walsh. She's excellent. Specializes in high-asset divorce. I'll give you her number if you want. She'll make sure you get what you're entitled to." I stare at him. "You're giving me your divorce lawyer? To use against you?" "I'm not your enemy, Claire. I never was. I'm just—" He searches for words. "We're both prisoners in this arrangement. I don't want to fight you when we both want the same thing: out." "Most men wouldn't hand over their lawyer to their wife." "Most men aren't actively hoping their wife takes them for everything she's entitled to." He almost smiles. "Besides, you earned it. Five years married to me qualifies as hazard pay."

“You are just a housewife, Ariana. you need to leave…now. Before you make a mistake and cost Carter Tech millions just because you’re jealous.” His jaw was tight, his posture straight with outrage. And then it clicked–he thinks I’m following him! That I found out about his little affair and tried to catch him in the act! Pulling my arm out of his reach I stood my ground. “I may still be your wife, Misha Carter, but you no longer tell me what to do!” Heads turned. Conversations quieted as nearby investors listened in. The buzz of nearby gossip grew louder as investors looked over at the two of us. “Is that his wife?” A man asked as he passed, looking over his shoulder, his gaze appraising the

"However, I never expected that my husband would plagiarize the paper I spent six months writing to help his little mistress secure her position, and even hired online trolls to slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "This is one of those times when I'm glad my husband doesn't love me. He never noticed that I like to record my entire thought process and writing process when working on papers. "Thanks to his 'indifference', I have evidence to prove my innocence. "Of course, I also have several recordings and chat logs where both Zayn Smith and Candace Jones admitted to colluding to steal my work and bribing the dean."

Fear danced in Kreed's eyes when he realized I was onto something he knew very well of. I walked to the wine bar in my office, opened the wine, poured it into two glasses, took one, "I'm sure you will know what I'm talking about in a few seconds," and I handed the other to Kreed. "A woman who had been faithful to her husband all her life but her husband suddenly dies on the day he gives her a divorce paper and what's worse was that the husband and a pregnant woman were in that car, the Media and the cops will love this story."

“I was at home. Preparing everything, getting ready. Trying to make your ungrateful ass happy! But you were out there fucking another woman!” Declan’s jaws clenched. He looked away from me. Of course. He had nothing to say. “You promised you wouldn't do it again and I stupidly believed you! I’ve been trying my best to make you happy. To make this marriage work! What else do you want me to do!” My voice turned raspy as I cried out. “Really Juliet? You've been trying your best?” He asked accusingly. I recoiled. “What exactly do you classify as best? Is it how you refused to lose weight? Or how you would just lie on the bed and barely pretend to enjoy the sex?!”

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.

“Whoa. You guys are superheroes for real.” “Thank you,” I said, smiling. “But that’s not the funny part. After he woke up and got better, he and his wife basically tried to match-make me with their son!” Violet nearly choked on her drink. “What?! Sylvia!” “I’m not even joking! They asked if I was married, I told them I used to be, and they got all protective, like, ‘if that man ever shows up, tell us and we’ll deal with him!’”

No wonder the Farwell family delayed the wedding for so long! Someone typed a question: What about now? One of the netizens responded: The wife is back! Mr. Farwell repented and turned over a new leaf. Naturally, the homewrecker needs to be kicked out of the house! That discussion soon reigned over the other speculations, and the netizens started condemning Aubree. One of the netizens typed: Homewreckers are shameless! Another netizen commented: I can’t believe she has the audacity to meddle in someone else’s marriage! How shameless!

“Why are you still going after her? She obviously doesn't want you back! Am I not enough for you?!” Damian threw the pillow to the wall across, and that made Isla jolted. He stood up and grabbed a pair of boxers to get dressed. “I don't have time for your nonsense, Isla.” “I thought you wanted me and not her?! Why don't you just agree to divorce her!” Damian finally loses it and grips both of Isla's cheeks aggressively, “Just to let you know, she's still my wife and I am still his husband. Compared to her, you are nothing!”