Reclaiming Wife Stories Novels & Stories

Jonathan said, reaching for his glass. "It won't change anything tonight."he added while Albert was quiet for a moment but Jonathan continued, "You know what this looks like? Damien and his wife got into an accident and the first thing her family encounters is our gate closed against them while Marie and Amber stand and watch. That is the story now. Whatever the truth turns out to be, that is the version people will tell."He set the glass down without drinking. "Hmm”Albert sighed, "And Damien…"he stated

"We both know what we want, and what they want that will fetch them money are two miles apart." "Yes. That's why you come in. Give them the perfect love story." She crossed her legs. "After all, that's what this app is all about. Real healing after being stood up." "Claire." I said, releasing the first button on my shirt. "This is brilliant, but too much." "Why? He's your husband." She moaned. I stared carefully at her, tapping my fingers on the desk. "That's the problem. He's not." She blinked twice, watching me like I had a huge crown on my head. "You guys are lovers."

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

"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.

And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break. Emelia curled tighter into the armchair, her body trembling. She thought of her wedding day, of the Reverend’s booming voice as he declared their vows. She thought of the accident that had brought her into this family, and of the man who had rescued her from the ruins of her old life. Now he was asking her to ruin herself in return.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“I almost lost the ability to walk, my grandfather threatened to cut me off completely, said I was a fool for trying to ruin my life for a woman, if my mother hadn’t intervened, I would’ve lost everything.” He paused, his brow lifted and a stupid smirk appeared on his face. “To regain my position in the family, I needed a strategic marriage.” His gaze settled on me,“you…. you were suitable…simple and naively loyal and your past made things… convenient for me to manage you easily, and leave when the time comes.” The corner of his lips lifted slightly, like he was complimenting me. “For the past five years,” he continued, “you played your role perfectly, better than I expected,” he chuckled,

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.