Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

"Would you care though? People always say that men don't like beautiful wives but one who is virtuous and capable." At that instant, Rose recalled a piece of news that she had come across a while ago. It was about a man who married a beautiful woman. The woman followed him faithfully and took care of his family well. But one day, a notorious tyrant had his eye on the woman and defiled her in front of her husband. However, the man did nothing to save his wife because he was afraid that the tyrant would hurt his family. In the end, due to that impactful incident, the woman had a mental breakdown and ended up losing her mind.

“Ruin him? You are my wife; you were supposed to produce me an heir, and instead, you sleep with my rival and have a kid with him. Ruin him, she says. I’ll do more than ruin him. He will wish that ruining him was all I did by the time I’m finished with him.”Todd growled at his wife for supporting her lover more than him. “Give you an Heir? Impossible! You’re infertile. I had you secretly checked, and you can’t have children.” Clarice fought back.

Naturally, they found nothing in the attic, but they threw my firstborn into the trashcan like an unwanted toy. When Mark opened the window that he nailed shut with his own hands, he saw the bloody lock, and he was stunned for a moment before he flew into a rage. “Did you really want to run away that badly?! Did you really not want to be my wife?! “Fine! If you’re hiding in the shadows and watching me make a fool of myself, I’ll tell you right now that I don’t want you anymore! From today, you’re no longer my wife!” With that said, he shattered the Love That Ruined Me necklace.

"Did I seduce you? Well, maybe, but if you were a faithful man, you wouldn't be tempted. The fact is, you're very weak! You wanted to control Martha's wealth, but you can't resist a woman's moves!" Damian clenched his fists; his jaw visibly tightened, and his eyes reddened from Tania's words, which seemed to belittle him. "Enough, Damian, just go. Rather than ending up in jail? Already widowed, poor, and now facing imprisonment again." Tania then entered the house with the imposing man. Before completely disappearing, she waved her hand and smiled mockingly.

“If you’re not his wife, why did you ruin my life? Did you see the video of me that went viral? I was tagged a slut, I was gossiped in this town, I lost my job, I lost myself!” “How could you sit still with your conscience still intact?!” I screamed so hard, she shuddered backwards and stumbled on the door. “I’m sorry…” she sobbed. “No, you’re not!” I raged, “can sorry fix the life you ruined?“ “I didn’t ruin your life!” She interjected, “you ruined your life when you involved yourself with Owen.” “That was my choice to make, you had no right to step in…” “I still cannot wrap my head around the fact that you’re not even married to him and you acclaimed yourself to be his wife… you claimed to

No more than a woman with a broken life. Crawling away from the glass that was buried in her feet the most, Crystal looked for her cell phone as she saw the amount of blood on the floor. She was so scared and so hurt that she couldn't think clearly. The only man who had the obligation to help her was gone, in that house no one seemed to live there but him. Quickly, without moving her foot much, she grabbed her cell phone as she realized she had no right to call the man that was her husband because rather than being husband and wife, they were just a contract. In the end, there was no reason to pretend to care for each other.

“No you’re not. You’re thinking about yourself. About revenge.” “Grace.” “Don’t Grace me.” She adjusted her grip on the suitcase. “I raised that boy. I know what he is. But I also know what this family stands for. And I won’t watch you tear it down because you’re hurt.” “He’s the one who tore it down.” “Then help him build it back up. That’s what a wife does.” “I’m done being that kind of wife.” She stared at me for a long moment. Then she turned to Alfred. “Call me when you’ve sorted this out.

… From the hallway, a voice whispered low: “She doesn't know it yet... but the wife didn’t ruin them. She crowned herself in their ashes.”

I lost, the kiss shattered my every thought, ripped every planned idea from my brain and left me weak and throbbing between my thighs. Then he pulled back barely, his forehead pressed against mine calmly like he was trying to stop himself from doing something else. His breath was heavy, hot and laced with control. “Welcome to hell, wife,” he whispered, his voice was husky. I gasped, not from fear but from how goddamn sexy he sounded. I am so utterly, epically doomed. --- Men hate desperate women. They despise needy, clingy, talkative girls who can’t shut up, who try too hard. I’ve heard it my whole life.

“I won’t be used as a symbol.” “You’ll be respected and cared for,” he said. “As my wife.” The word sent a shiver through me. “Then I have conditions,” I said. Ruin raised an eyebrow. “You’re in no position to make demands.” “Then this deal won’t work,” I replied, surprised by the firmness in my voice. “Because if you break me, this marriage becomes your weakness. And men like the Bratva will smell it.” There was silence. Then Ruin smiled slowly, sharply, and approvingly.