Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

I hurried back to her and grabbed her hand without even thinking. "What is it?" Gigi looked over both shoulders before lowering her voice. "Tell me something first." She held my gaze. "How far are you willing to go to get away from your husband?”

She knows it hurts but hopefully, she can do it. She willingly separated from his embrace. If she stays in this place for a long time, she might do something bad to her husband. In that case, she should just run. Running into a problem, she doesn't know what will happen next. Frances Runaway she didn't know where she was going. It's as if the cycle of time has slowed down because she's been crying for a while now and there's no stopping it. She thinks she will run and cry like crazy. And the truth is, she didn't feel tired at all. All she really wanted was to not stop running because if she did it would look like Jon was right behind her. She ran as fast as she could.

We escaped our fates once, I wasn’t sure if we’d succeed again. Despite my worries, I nodded in answer, words stuck in my throat. It had to work. Chapter Nine LUCIANO I had to admire my wife’s resourcefulness. I couldn’t remember the last time someone slipped through my fingers and got this far. Oh wait, yes, I could. It was my wife then too! The last time she disappeared, her family smuggled her out of the country without a trace. She vanished right out from under my nose.

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

Once again, the room went silent, and no one was able to say anything. . The first end for, “My runaway wife, Hates me!”. Thanks a lot, pwetty readers for all your support. Don't forget to try and continue to support this book. And remember that this book is fiction. Don't try anything in real life.. There'd be a continuation for this book, but, in a different way somehow. Part 2 of this book will be written in part 2 of “The Father Of My Twins”. I'm going to merge the characters into one epic story. Of course, it won't be a totally different unrelated story.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

The anger in my heart flared and burned bright. I wrenched my hand free. "You left for three years without a word! And you dumped the debt-ridden household on me and vanished completely! According to our laws, if a man is absent for a year without cause, the marriage may be dissolved. You and I are no longer husband and wife." Jasper's face flushed scarlet with rage. Without another word, he dragged me toward the door. "You slept with another man! How dare you still argue with me? Fine. I'll let the people see exactly what a harlot you are!" he growled.

She said holding me tightly and I was just rubbing her back and kissed her forhead. And here, everyone was busy abusing her while she was away. "I ran out from there with lisa but they had our passports. I had no option but to work somewhere so that I had enough money to get my passport." She said and her grip tightened. Something worse is on the way! "I started working for a strip club. I know now you will be ashamed of the fact that I am your wife but Dev— She started but I shut her up with my lips on hers. Telling her that,

Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop. Just that morning, she had stood in front of a mirror dressed in white silk, perfect makeup, a beautiful bride, a dutiful daughter, a sacrifice. She stood in a church, surrounded by flowers, lights, and smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. Now? A runaway. “You’re doing this,” she whispered aloud, pushing through dripping leaves. Now, she was nothing but a runaway bride. “Camela!” another voice called. Closer, familiar. She froze. That voice. Vincent Castellano

Noah said with a faraway look in his eyes. “I love you, Noah Shaw.” Natalia said. “Same here, Natalia Shaw.” Noah said with a tight lipped smile before running up the stairs. Natalia turned back to put Wendy’s arm back in a proper position should in case she fell or something. “I asked for a bit of spice. Definitely not crazy celebrity drama. A job, family, loving husband. For my best friend to get all those things too. I am tired of everything that is taking place now.” Natalia muttered and went up the stairs after her husband too.