Reclaiming Wife Stories Novels & Stories

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

“Who is your real wife, Gabriel?” ~ Gabriel blinked, as if the question punched the air out of him. “Celina,” he said softly, almost a plea. “Please, let’s not do this here.” She stepped back, her voice rising, shaky but firm. “Answer me!.” “I’m your husband,” he said quickly. Too quickly. “That’s the only truth that matters right now.” She let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not an answer, Gabriel. That’s a deflection. I’ve seen the photos. The gala. The magazine article. ‘Power couple,’ right? Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes.”

“Elena… revenge won’t fix the past.” She looked at him calmly. “This isn’t revenge.” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Then what is it?” Elena stood slowly from her chair. Her heels clicked softly as she walked toward the large window overlooking the city skyline. Far in the distance, the Kingsley Group building stood tall against the horizon. Her eyes rested on it. “For three years,” she said quietly, “I rebuilt my life.” Lucas watched her carefully. “I know.” “I lost my marriage,” Elena continued.

"The relationship with Damien is easier because people already understand jealousy. Give them the photograph, remind them of the fight, ask why a married woman is being celebrated for moving on with the same doctor who became part of her husband's public collapse, and let them fill in the ugly parts themselves." I was quiet for a moment before asking, "And if Adrian doesn't like it?" "Does he have to?" When I reached home, I sat in the parked car with the engine still running and looked again at the photograph of Evelyn and Damien that had been circulating. She looked happy, and that was the part I could not stand. I opened my laptop and waited for Sylvia's first draft. For the first time si

"You keep forgetting one small detail. I'm still his legal wife. Our joint accounts and statements are none of your concern, are they?" "You're getting divorced!" Catherine growled. "Oh, I can always withdraw the petition," Rebecca said lightly. "Doesn't really make much difference." Catherine's face flushed with anger. "You're just after his money! Isn't everything you're buying today coming out of his pocket?" "How do you keep forgetting the basics?" Rebecca sighed, shaking her head. "Me spending his money is completely legitimate. His money is mine too. It's called community property. Looks like I'll have to reclaim everything again to help you remember."

“I have every right! I’m your wife. And your whore gave me the evidence I need. You call her your coworker, and I call her a home wrecker!” “You have a wild imagination.” “You think I’m blind? You think because I’ve been a stay-at-home wife these past few years, I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I know what I saw tonight. “What you saw is what happens when I close a successful deal. I celebrate!” “You went to celebrate by cheating with another woman when your marriage is hanging by a thread! That’s so smart of you, Blake.” “I can’t believe how you are twisting something so innocent around and making it dirty. What do you really want here? To push me away even further?”

"So they never really searched for her?" "She was pregnant at the time—or had just given birth." "This is insane..." The whispers gradually turned into condemnation. Leonard clenched his jaw. "You're only hearing one side of the story." But his voice no longer carried the authority it once had. Because no one was truly listening. Everyone was more interested in the documents being passed around. More interested in the Ashcroft family's secrets. More interested in Arabella. A name that had been buried for years. Now it had come back to life.

That woman was no longer my mother, as far as I was concerned. Her betrayal ran deep and everyday I kept finding more things, thereby making it deeper. "This is some weird shit bro." Seb shook his head at his phone. "You... You went to rehab a month after the marriage incident shit or is this report falsified?" Most people believed it to be falsified because I was actively humiliating my wife during that period. Honestly, I had thought about everything plus Jenna's latest discovery about the C-artist person and I was going to take my time to dig out the truth.

“That marriage gives him the upper hand. The world sees his wife; he is no longer a stranger on the sidelines. He has access, he has parity—he has leverage that kills a man like me.” I blinked. His words were clinical, like a businessman explaining a market move. “You mean because his wife is my name, my story. He uses me to move the narrative, to make my choices look like his choices. That’s your point?” My voice trembled despite myself. “You think leaving would solve that?”

, asked the lady reporter. "Thanks. We met years ago and were friends. We got reacquainted and realised that we had something special ", I said trying to tell the truth as much as possible. I wasn't lying this was our story of how we fell but years ago. He put a hand over the back of my chair. I stiffened when I realised his hand was touching my shoulder. "That is a good story but you still live at your home and you have no ring. We are supposed to believe that you are married and deeply in love", said the same bald guy.