Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, netizens discussed my death. "Goodness me. I always thought it was an inside job, but never had I expected it to happen because the husband invited trouble into the house." "It's a honey trap, isn't it?" "The power play between the rich amazes me." "Now that Catherina Fog is dead and Quillon Group is ruined, Matt Quillon has nothing going for him!" "Men who betrayed their wives always end up a wreck. He just wanted something new. Men, learn from his experience and keep your eyes wide open."

The other day, I heard the maidens gossiping about my husband; recalling the days he broke out to the street and disappeared out of sight for six months only to be found later in the valley where trash was being dumped. Right now I was bothered more than scared. If Brian should break out to the street and be hurt, I would be held responsible because I was deficient of my duty as his contract wife; didn’t Opula remind me and curse me the other day for falling short of my duties as a contract wife. I wish I could call on anyone to be of help right now, at least to tame him from destroying properties. I wondered what he could be destroying and regrettably, I didn’t want him to get hurt, which w

“Your sister is lucky that my brother married her after what she did! She is a ruined goods in the mafia world had anyone found out about her reality!” She inhaled sharply. “Ruined good!” Mia lashes out at him. “My sister is not a ruined goods. Your brother is! An ugly ruined good whose sight no girl could stand. I am sure the whores and mistresses he loves to settle in his penthouses fucks him only because they fear him. No pretty woman could get closer to a man like your brother, willingly. But your brother deserves a whore only. He couldn't afford a wife. He deserves the women who had been used before him. Because a wife is out of his budget!”

"So what happened to them?" "The wife had a terrible home accident. She fell into the bathroom and hit her head on the wall giving her internal bleeding. She was rushed to the hospital unconscious and gave up" "Very pathetic, and the husband?" "After the burial of the wife, he turned into something else. He kept bringing women into the house. When I told him how much I disliked his attitude and how I missed his wife, he didn't say anything to me. When he left the house that day, he never returned till date"

I clutched at my stomach as though I could hold myself together, but I was unraveling, piece by piece. Then the truth landed with the weight of an iron bell. I repeated it like a confession: “My marriage was ruined the day he shoved his dick into another woman. The day he brought his mistress home and lied that she was his cousin. The day he used my inability to have children against me and crowned her swollen belly with our chandelier light. The day he watched his mother strike me and offered no defense.” By now, tears were not a surprise, they were a currency I kept spending until I was bankrupt. I remember the vows. They come back like a hymn twisted by static; I can hear my own voice, yo

“I can take every insult you throw at me, Victoria, but don’t you insult my family. I swear…” Victoria interrupted, stepping closer to me. “What are you going to do, bitch? Talk! Are you suddenly dumb? You can pretend to be the perfect wife all you want in front of my family, but I know you… I know a bitchy witch when I see one.” “You don’t know anything about me, Victoria. You don’t know the struggles I’ve been through or the pain I carry every day. And frankly, I’m tired of you pretending you care about my marriage.”

I said, my voice dangerously low. "Oh, I bet you are. Managing a madhouse must be exhausting," she laughed, tapping her manicured nails against her leather bag. "Have you seen the news? Your dear little wife has finally lost it. Her father is all over the television. He’s telling everyone she’s a mental case who sabotaged the company out of spite." I narrowed my eyes. My jaw tightened so hard it ached. "Watch your mouth."

My holes gaped when they pulled out for a moment, red and swollen and leaking. My voice was raw from screaming their names and begging for more, my mind flooded with wild, untameable thoughts. ‘I’m John’s wife but I’m their slut now. I love how full I feel. I love being used like this. I was never meant to be pure—I was made for this corruption.’ John stroked himself faster, eyes wild with pride and lust, his cock leaking steadily. “That’s my wife. Look at you taking three cocks like you were born for it. Come for me again, Ava. Show me how much you love being ruined on our wedding night. Show me the dirty little whore I married.”

Everything was ruined because of that despicable bastard Victor Anderson. Her mother continued crying for what felt like an eternity, her frail body shaking with the force of her grief, and the room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence except for the muffled, heartbreaking sounds of an old lady sobbing. She was lamenting over her fallen daughter—this once-good girl who had cheated on her husband despite having the kind of life everyone dreamed of when they were young: wealth, security, a family. To mother Gloria had become a complete ungrateful whore, squandering every blessing.

"What specifically?" "Seeing him. Being in the same room. Having him look at me while I describe what he did." "He'll be in handcuffs. Surrounded by guards. He can't hurt you." "He can still make me feel small. Still have that power." "Then don't give it to him. You're not that woman anymore. You're not his wife. Not his victim. You're the woman who survived him. Who built a new life. Who's getting married in six weeks. He has no power over that woman."