Ruined Wife Novels & Stories

who existed only to clean up his messes. The internet was on fire. [Blood-sucking animal who built his fortune on corpses.] [Launch a full investigation now. Throw Jasper in prison.] [The original wife is tragic. She was a top graduate and an executive back then. Look what this scumbag gaslit her into.] [I feel bad for the wife. Lock the cheater and mistress together and stop them from ruining anyone else.] Kimberly clutched her slightly rounded stomach. Her face had gone pale as she looked at him.

I whispered, a soft, breathless laugh escaping my lips, "let's not forget I'm pregnant. So let’s not get too crazy." Raymond’s gaze softened instantly, shifting down to where my hand rested over his chest before sliding his own broad palm down to cover mine, pressing both our hands together over my stomach. "Crazy?" he rumbled, his thumb tracing a slow, protective arc across my waist. "Nia, I lost my mind the second I realized I could lose you. Wanting you as my wife and carrying my child under my roof is the only sane thing left in my world." "You're unbelievable," I murmured, leaning back into the soft pillows as a genuine warmth spread through my chest.

“You’re imagining things. Plenty of families were ruined back then. Mine included. It’s not some big mystery.” “Ruined by who?” he pressed, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never mentioned that before. Tell me the full story, Elena. If we’re doing this marriage, even a fake one, I need to know what I’m stepping into.” I took a sip of wine to buy time. “My father lost his business in a bad deal. He trusted the wrong people. The stress killed him. End of story. Happy now?” “Not even close,” Damien replied, voice low. “Because I was blamed for a lot of those collapses. Including the Hart family’s. Does that name mean anything more to you than just headlines?”

The drive back to Blackwood Mansion passed in complete silence, but it was not the peaceful kind. It was the silence of two people sitting only inches apart while an ocean of unanswered questions stretched between them. I kept my eyes fixed on the rain sliding down the car window, watching the city disappear behind blurred lights, yet my thoughts refused to leave the conversation we had just endured. Sandra had betrayed me. My father was somehow connected to the scandal that destroyed my wedding. Adrian had known pieces of the truth long before I did, and although he insisted he had tried to protect me, I could not ignore the pain of discovering that everyone seemed to know more about my lif

She pointed at me. "She ruined my marriage!" "She freaking stole my life!" "She seduced my husband; just look at them; they can't even deny it!" I was about to move away from Reynard, but he tightened his hold on me. "She stole my husband, and she probably convinced him to not give me any money after our divorce." "I am now on the streets because of this whore who can't seem to keep her legs closed." "Your bastard son doesn't even know anything about his father!" she spat angrily.

"She told us you'd lost control of the situation. That you'd let your father's killer walk away. That you'd put the family at risk." Jack didn't answer. "She also told us about her." Salvatore looked at me. "The woman you married. The dancer from Prestige. The one nobody's ever heard of." The room was quiet. Jack looked at Salvatore. "Her name is Ariana." "I know her name." Salvatore looked at me. "What I don't know is why she's standing next to you instead of sitting in a cell." I didn't look away. "She's my wife." "That's not an answer."

“You don't believe me?” “I believe you're emotional.” “She is alive.” Arthur stood. “If Rihanna were alive, she would have contacted us.” Edrian laughed bitterly. “Why would she?” Neither man spoke. Valerie suddenly grabbed Edrian's arm. “Stop thinking about her.” He pulled away. “Don't touch me.” Her face hardened. “You're still obsessed with her.” “I'm trying to figure out who that woman is.” “You're trying to bring your dead wife back.”Edrian looked at her coldly. “She was my wife.” Valerie's eyes filled with anger. “And I'm your wife now.”

Her slightly teary eyes bored immensely deeper into his ruinous ones and her next words had made his sinister insanity to entirely take over him. "Because if my husband has the right to love another girl while being committed to his wife then why his wife can't get love by another man? "

Her irises lowered and traced the marks on most parts of her body, mocking her ruination. "Why?" Her damaged soul complained. Why was she so helpless? A stranger came out of no where and ruined her whole life in a night. Her mind pledged her body not to smile ever again. She lost her reason to survive. She wasn't living anyway. After demise of her parents, she was merely surviving yet this right was also taken from her. After yesterday's night, what was the purpose now? Her blurry eyes studied the surroundings. The door was unlocked and open, illuminating the whole room with bright light.

"Oh my God, she's really crazy! But she is also very pitiful. She was ruined, her parents were killed, and almost all of her family's assets were taken by others through illicit means. And the one who did all that was her husband! She really must have been in the deepest pits of despair!" "But the people who slept with her are not innocent at all! I heard that they were the ones who stole their family's assets and caused her family to be ruined!" "Looking at it now, she is innocent. She was caught, stripped, r*ped and beaten by others. No wonder her temperament changed a lot after coming back!"