Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

"Why should I stop? Because you want to pretend that you still matter? or you want to pretend that you're anything more than a broken man who got outmaneuvered by his own wife?" ‎"Sarah isn't my wife anymore," Marcus said. His voice was broken. ‎I poured another glass of wine and drank it slowly, watching Marcus's face as the realization dawned on him. ‎"You're in love with him," Marcus whispered. ‎"No," I said. "I'm just disgusted by you and us, by everything we've built together on stolen foundations." ‎"It's always been about Sarah." Marcus said. His voice was confused. "Why are you talking about Sarah and Crowley now?"

I was pacing now, my words coming faster. "I've already been the one who got cheated on, Khiron. I've already lived through having my husband choose someone else. I'm not going to turn around and do that to another woman. I'm not going to be what Isla was to me." "Isla," he murmured "My cousin. The woman my husband was fucking while I was sleeping in the room down the hall. The woman who destroyed my marriage and my entire life." I stopped pacing and faced him directly. "That's what you want me to be? You want me to do to that beautiful woman what Isla did to me?"

The way he looked at her like she hung the moon, while she barely looked at him at all. And standing there now, in her new husband's mansion, it was hard not to wonder if she had ever loved him in the first place. “He destroyed my life. He ruined my future, so you think I’m going to forgive him for that?” she blurted. I froze. The words hit me so hard I almost thought I had heard her wrong. “How?” I asked slowly, arching an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” Her lips parted, but no words came out.

The one where he'd shoved the photograph. I pulled out the book I’d seen him holding, taking out the frame. And there she was, beside him. Blonde. Beautiful. Smiling like she had no idea she'd be haunting him forever. I ran my hands through the frame, analyzing it before I turned it over. And that’s when I saw it. ‘Elizabeth Wolfe — Beloved wife. Beloved mother’

I still can,t believe what i came to know about my husband , is that he is the most bad guy in the world . People get scared of his name , he takes whatever he wants ,whenever he wants , he kills first and ask question later , he destroyes people family . I never knew i would marry a guy who ruin people. The people who i take out from truma is in that condition due to people like him . we are going back to mansion . i still can,t believe the side i saw of him that day the way he was pretending to be nice vanished in one second .

"You’re worse than a whore." "Oh really?" "Yes." "How?" "You can call the woman that has been nothing but faithful to me a whore but you're worse." He faced her. "You are worse than a wife not being legally wedded Perpetual. You’re a pig, who dabbled and is posssibly still dabbling in incest with her elder brother who's a father by the way. You got married to me, had sex with him while I was away, got pregnant and lost your womb to the abortion. You're a barren pig Perpetual. Even worse than a whore -"

“Green isn’t a good colour on you, honey. But maybe that’s because it’s your natural tint, and like everything you were born with reeks of poverty and filth.” “You weren’t wealthy before you got married to Noah!” Wendy raised her voice. “But I am now!” Natalia reported. “Without him, you’re nothing. How are you able to get so much and still look plain?” Wendy said. “Says the one who bagged a daughter with a failed relationship and a ruined life. Failed single mom awards go to you, girl.” Natalia said, surprising herself. Then she blew her a kiss. “Y-you! You bitch!” Wendy stomped her foot.

He lifted her into his arms, and the frail woman clung to him with all her strength. "I love you, Jared. I love you," she confessed with great pain. "I've always been in love with you, but... this wedding not only ruined my life, but it consumes me. This marriage consumes me, it eats away at me and extinguishes everything in me. Sometimes I think Robert is crazy, and other times I think it's me who's crazy, or both of us. I feel like... my soul is fading with every passing second, as if he were capable of doing that. Who did I marry? Why does he hate me? What did I do to him? How far will this go? I know I'm not in a position to confess that I'm in love with you right now; you're his best fr

An arm-length away, but still a danger to touch. He's a poison she once had. Losing the memory of being intoxicated made the idea of being his victim again inviting. “What- I thought you didn’t know.” Belle looked away and kept a straight look in front of the unmoving car. Looking at his face made her weak and helpless. “Did you even love your ex-wife?” “Wife. She’s still my wife, Hya. We were never divorced.” Before she could say another word, Nikolai opened the door. “Liam is waiting inside.”

Karim asked in disgust. "You shamed me Karim Ahmed al Zidra. By ditching me and marrying another woman, you brought shame to me and my tribe. And I paid you all back. I ruined your marriage. I made my son a king. And you lived your life, regretting the decisions you made" Suhara said smugly "What do you mean by you ruined our marriage?" Rosaline asked dreadfully "Oh darling Rosaline. The woman who got ruined in love. The first time your husband cheated on you, he was drugged. And many times after that too, he was drugged. For years I drugged him and got him with other women" Suhara said