Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

Her family had not verified it yet, but a few months later, a photo of Loisa in an unusual location was circulated, which validated the rumors. She was no longer in my arms and never would be. My life was ruined, and I felt defeated. I would drink myself to death till I fell asleep, then drink the anguish away again and again. That woman devastated my life, and I hated her every time I had. My goals, my dream with the person I had grown to love, were no longer unattainable since Loisa would never accept me again. Because of those silly falsehoods, everything began to fall apart.

"Is it illegal to marry that quickly? My son suffered long enough while living with his ex-wife, Lianna. And in the midst of his suffering, Ms. Eridessa Joseph stepped in and mended his broken heart, the same, gentle heart that Lianna broke heartlessly." So, I'm…truly the villain…hah… I broke out in a bitter laughter. I felt like my head's going to crack at this point. It wasn't enough to paint me as the adulterous partner…you had to frame me as an estranged wife, who has gone crazy and intent on wrecking your "happy family"..? Is that what it is, Rue…?

The worst situation she feared came true after all. Her husband....was comatose. She married not only a crippled but a comatose husband. *****

Damien was buying him all the food and toys which were present around them whereas Zia and that woman whose name was Romana, they both were standing at a distance. She told Zia that she lost her husband some months ago because he was really very ill. They had taken a lot of loans for her husband's treatment but it didn't turn out to be successful. She lost her husband and now was suffering from a financial crisis. She was now working in houses as a maid and the money she got from there, she used it to pay for her and her son's basic livelihood. Her family didn't support her because he and her husband had gotten married to each other against their will.

That news was too shocking for her to digest. “You mean my husband ordered his men to demolish my workshop? But that makes no sense? He was the one who helped me establish it all. Maybe you have mistaken something?” Arya couldn’t believe what she has just heard. “Arya, I just repeat what I have heard with my own ears. I know more gossip about your husband. I know he is not the kind to be taken lightly. I was told how he destroyed his opponent in business. They said he brought a wealthy man to a financial ruin, what is more his family was sold for the debts and vanished. The man who went bankrupt was cripled and lived on the street for a few years before he died.”

I felt my word crumbling down right before me, shattering as the picture perfect life I thought I had for myself shattered right into pieces like the broken vase in front of me, impossible to repair. Rose…Cassain’s mate, and wife. She…she is alive. She is back.

The young girl, left without her parents’ care, struggled alone and married young out of desperation. She married poorly, ending up with an abusive husband who drank heavily and was violent, often beating her severely over trivial matters. Later, the man developed a gambling addiction, further straining their already poor household. When he ran out of money, he stooped so low as to use his wife as collateral. Unable to bear the humiliation, his wife lost her mind and fell into an icy river, freezing to death. By the time Grandpa Shaw found her, all that remained was a lonely grave. Learning of his daughter's fate, Grandpa was devastated. He wanted to confront the person responsible, but the

PURITY •••••••••• Rue Royal Reigns—that's whom. That's whom I have to thank for the ease with which I pulled grumpy old Rex to the House of Ruin, formerly the House of Rue, but shit happened. It's the love he has for his dead wife that would have him retching anytime he sees a woman being treated badly—the same reason why he rushed over when I explained to him my situation, and how 'devastated' I was that Ryat won't give our marriage a chance.

James stood rooted to the spot, humiliation burning through him as his wife was dragged away in handcuffs, shouting, crying, accusing, while the very people he had gathered tonight to reassure stared at him with judgment, suspicion, and thinly veiled disgust. Another event ruined. Another scandal. And once again, the destruction had one source. His wife. The plan for the night collapsed completely as chaos swallowed the hall, all because of the same person—his wife.

Chase rushed back from abroad to stabilize the situation. Skye didn't die as the doctors had saved him. But Old Mr. Chase, doting on his grandson, paid to have both Skye and Eira declared mentally unfit and committed to the capital's most infamous psychiatric hospital. Eira had once been perfectly sound, but I could not forgive what she'd done to our child. After discovering I could manifest a presence, I drifted into her room night after night, haunting her, tormenting her. I kept her awake and steeped in fear until she truly lost her mind. When she was lucid, she remembered our past happiness and regretted it all. When she wasn't, she remembered only her urge to torture a man named Skye.