Reclaiming Wife Stories Novels & Stories

“Recently Divorced Serena Vale Seen Leaving Private Hospital With Billionaire Rival Lucien Cross. Pregnancy Rumors Intensify.” I stared at the words silently, feeling my grip tighten around the phone little by little. “This is insane.” “That is not even the worst part.” Ava took the phone back and scrolled further down before turning the screen toward me again. This time, my breath caught completely. A new headline had already surfaced. “Did Damian Hart Lose His Wife To Lucien Cross?” I looked up immediately. “What?” “The internet is going crazy right now,” Ava said, setting her coffee down before sitting across from me. “Some people are saying you were secretly involved with Lucien before t

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.

At the same table, Chadwick and Isa fell into silence. Adira’s last words left a deep impression. [“But that someone rejected him. My husband told me this story before. That he likes a woman, but that woman likes someone else. But the other guy likes another woman too. Then, my husband met me, and we got married.”]

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.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Accepting what this would create of him to tell us the truth about his wife, whose fate had at best been a nebulous mystery for fifteen years. He bared his teeth at us. “I killed her!” His voice lashed like a whip, causing us to flinch. My throat swelled with betrayal I was sure everyone else felt too; I could hear it in the way they gasped, uttering David’s name in shock and pain. He told me he had loved Rebecca. He wouldn’t have left her for the world—so how could he do such a thing? Gavin heaved the question we’d all been choking on, “Why?”

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

And that was the loudest response of all since we started talking. Jasmine looked at me, something like regret evidence in her expression. “History isn’t always unfinished most times,” she said quietly. “Sometimes it’s just… interrupted before it could conclude.” Interrupted, how? By what? By who? By me? I stared at my husband, or rather, at the man who flew to Milan after marrying me. At the man who still looked like part of him had been carved out years ago. My chest tightened painfully, learning that I was a joke to him all this while.

His breath came faster, rough against my skin as he whispered, “You’re my wife, Monique. My wife. No matter what happens, you’re mine.” The words made my stomach twist. I froze as his hands slid lower, his body pressed harder into mine. He was hard against me. I could feel what he wanted....what he thought he could take, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. It hit me then. He wasn’t just trying to control my choices, my money, my freedom....he wanted to reclaim me entirely. And I realized, with every fiber of my being, that I could never let him. “Ryan, stop.” I manage to say it louder this time, my voice shaking but still strong.