Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

And the rage that hits me nearly chokes me. “You think this is funny?” My voice cracks. “Sleeping with married men—ruining families?” She rolls her eyes like she’s heard this a thousand times and sighs. “Ruin? You wives are exhausting.” Her voice dips to a whisper. “Baby, your marriage was already ruined. I didn’t break it—I just reminded him what it feels like to be wanted. I’m the reason you still even have a marriage.” “Wanted?” I spit the word back at her. “You think spreading your legs for another woman’s husband makes you some savior? You’re not the reason my marriage exists—you’re the parasite feeding off what’s left of it!”

“You hid it behind reputation and dignity. You told everyone she was ‘fine,’ even when she was unraveling.” “Enough,” Jaques growled, his voice breaking. But Falvio didn’t stop. “You taught her to wear masks, Jaques. And when those masks cracked, she didn’t know who she was anymore.” The old man slammed his glass down, whiskey spilling over his fingers. “And what about you, lawyer?” he hissed. “You destroyed your own wife. You broke her so badly she ran from you. You brought ruin into this family.” Falvio didn’t flinch. “I know.”

“I buried myself in my books. Told myself I was going to make it big and take care of her. Of Julian. I worked part-time. Ignored the taunts. The difference between me and other kids. I—” Anna pushed to her knees, sitting on her heels when his shoulders shook. “Jason, you don't have to—” He spun around, his eyes red rimmed and wild, hands clenched at his sides. “You wanted to know, didn't you?” He hissed, voice cracking on the last word. Anna flinched, scuttling back. “I came from a broken family. Dirt poor. But we were fine. Until… until—” His eyes glowed again but not with the candlelight this time, with a fire that had been caged too long.

"Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him. ...

The woman who had smiled at me had wanted me utterly destroyed. "You took my place," Irina screamed, her voice cracking with hysterical jealousy. She strained toward me, her face contorted in rage. "I am the alliance. I am supposed to be his wife. You are a mute, pathetic little whore."

A faint blush crept into his cheeks, and he looked thoroughly embarrassed. "I originally planned to give it to you on your birthday in a few days, but now it's ruined. The surprise turned into a shock, and also…" He glanced at the onlookers and dropped his voice to a whisper. "And now everyone thinks I actually went bankrupt and that my wife had to collect bottles to support the family." I fell silent. At the thought of the closet I'd emptied and sold back home, the way I'd sobbed my heart out over the phone, and then at this priceless island contract in my hands, a massive wave of shame washed right over me.

“Well damn, I was just checking. You don't have to be all defensive and shit, chill out. So now my husband has gone missing on our wedding night, isn't that just great?” she said dramatically. “Ugh you're such a drama queen. Nobody is being defensive please, and no your husband hasn't gone “missing” Christ! Alright you know what, why don't we talk a walk around and look for him together? What do you say?” “Yeah yeah whatever” Already, let me just get into my pj's okay Mrs Carter?” I chuckled and she rolled her eyes at me.

he repeated, voice breaking, “my family wouldn’t be looking like this. Sofia wouldn’t be gone. I wouldn’t be standing here feeling like I failed the only promise that ever mattered. You came into this house and you ruined everything.” Valentina’s tears fell freely now. She set the mug down with trembling hands. “I know,” she whispered. “I feel like the ultimate homewrecker. I feel like I stole you from her. From Sofia. From your wife’s memory. I feel like I destroyed the last thing Elena asked you to do.” She took a shaky breath.

"This is exactly what I paid your husband for." The room began to spin, the words continue to repeat itself on my head, so my twin sister literally bought the last few years of my life just to see me ruin, what did I do to her. My husband was a fraud he was actually paid to ruin me, ghaaad tears kept streaming down from my eyes . his cousin was his real wife. And my sister, my twin—was the one who had orchestrated my end. "Action," Adrian whispered as he rushed in, checking his phone. "The parents just pulled into the parking lot."

Traumatized in both body and mind, she never recovered after returning to her hometown. As her hometown was conservative in its values, she was met with harsh judgment once word spread that she had been pregnant out of wedlock and abandoned by a wealthy man. Even her family treated her as a disgrace. She later married a local widower with a violent temper. Their life was turbulent, and she was often seen with bruises. The once bright and lively woman was gone. Though still in her twenties, she looked a decade older. She was worn down by hardship. It was said she often stared blankly at a cheap gold-plated bracelet and absentmindedly rubbed it. It was as if she recalled a fleeting illusion of