Second Wife Depression Novels & Stories

He threw a banquet to celebrate. Mark and Sharon showed up at the banquet. Sharon's face was covered with thick makeup, but it could not hide the sadness in her eyes. I heard she was not doing well in her marriage as Mark always worked overtime at the office and was never home. Since Sharon had married Mark as a secretary, the other secretaries under Mark tried to dress up, hoping they could catch Mark's attention one day. Sharon was furious but could not anger Mark, so she was stuck in her frustration.

“Thomas, did you know why I agreed to hold the wedding with Alex? That’s because you’ve always been a pushover like you are now! You never act like a man! You always chose to back off during work and has never surpassed Alex! Even after work you act the same way. You never dared to anger me and even took the initiative to move out of your own house! You’re just a coward!” Before she could finish speaking, a lazy woman’s voice sounded at the door. “Thomas, are you done packing yet? The MPV’s still waiting outside!”

she continued to whisper “You think I am with him. Just because I was abandoned at my own wedding, you think the second I see another male, I jump on him?” I questioned “Well, you have always liked attention from men. And Russo will do anything to get as many women by his side. And then there is you, who is depressed.” she spoke in a hushed tone “Depressed?” “Yes, you’re depressed. Chris left you, and you went to his place only to find him cheating on you. So, yes, you’re depressed.”

"Tell me, what… what happened?" I told him about the Dual Marriage System. Although he was shocked, he believed me. He buried his face in his hands and cried. I couldn't stop myself, either. All I could say was sorry. It was unfair for Verde. The breakup came out of nowhere, and it almost killed him.

"She's fine. Just pregnancy complications." The doctor, a woman in her fifties with sharp eyes, looked at him skeptically. "Mr. Al-Fayad, your wife is severely depressed. Her weight is dangerously low for this stage of pregnancy. She's dehydrated to the point of unconsciousness. This isn't pregnancy complications. This is a mental health crisis." "She just needs rest and proper nutrition." He replied, still looking at his phone. "She needs psychiatric care. I'm recommending a seventy-two-hour hold for observation and treatment."

I asked again, trying to keep my voice steady. "He had a wife not anymore. Well, I really hated that bitch she used him for years and then after the incident with their son she blamed him for everything. Well, she thought she was doing something but of course it was not Mr Brown's fault. He dealt with severe depression after that you know?" She rambled on and I was still comprehending in my mind. He has a wife. Then it hit again. He has a son?! "Noah, you listening to me?" She shook me and I snapped out of my thoughts.

I had never slept with her since we got married, and at that moment, I believed my mother was right–that she was a whore and a cheat. She deserves what she gets....or at least that's what I told myself. Yet, every time I thought of her, my chest felt heavy. I was still lost in my thoughts, when the door burst open. My mother and Vivienne stormed in. My mother landed a slap across my face, shoving a paper towards me. "What happened?" She screamed. "Why is our investor pulling out of the company?" I couldn't say a word, my tongue felt glued to my mouth. Ever since Sophia's death, I've not been able to think straight, depression has swallowed me in a whole.

In Amber’s experience, rich and beautiful people were often the most lonely and depressed of all. Just like death itself, depression didn’t discriminate. It didn’t give a fuck about how old or young you were, your economic status, or where you came from. But it usually fucked up where you were going, without the proper support and treatment. Amber had seen many people in her life suffering from it. She had experienced the horror and devastation of post- partum depression herself, compounded by the pain of giving her son up. Even on her darkest days, Amber really didn’t want to die, she only wanted to stop the pain, and death seemed like the only way back then.

Her mother looked at her and sighed. She could see a hint of sadness in her face for a second before it was replaced with a smile. " I understand you but there was a time I used to be very sad whenever I was asked that but now, I don't care anymore. You're my daughter and I'd tell you the truth. His first wife died of depression, I never had anything to do with that. It was after she died that steph met me and fell in love with me.

Silas’s pov I walked through the gardens with Matilda by my side. It was quiet that evening. Being here brought back a lot of memories that I had tried so hard to suppress over time. She turned to me. “Once again, congratulations on your wedding. I don’t know how you do it.” I laughed, looking around with my hands in my pockets. It was a bit chilly that evening. “What do you mean by that?” She shrugged. “Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.”