The Abandoned Wife Book Novels & Stories

When I lift gaze, everyone just looks at us like we’re from a different planet. I crease my eyebrows on them. “‘Sup with the look?” They just shrug without a word. “You’re serious with the wife thing?” Paul asks me and glances at Abby. “Of course, I am. Why would I joke about marriage? Abby is my wife. You don’t believe me, who cares?” “Do your parents know about it? And what’s with the disappearance, man?” He doesn’t seem convinced. “I sleep in the underground at my house. My wife was in Boston, who only knows that place exists.”

She then said, "Mr. Zane, this short story talks about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. After that, they met up but didn't recognize each other?" If he did not know that she was learning very attentively, Xander would have assumed that she knew something. "Mhm, The story does talk about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. They met again and fell in love." "This man is so unreliable!" Perhaps because it was related to her, Abigail was inspired to speak. "After marriage, he left his newly wedded wife alone at home. It's fine at our age. To a woman at home at that age, he must've not known how hard his wife's days were."

"Wife of the late billionaire Emmette Nash. I ran away with my lover after my husband died. He's a murderer, and I want nothing to do with him. I renounce every share, every property my husband left me, and I want them transferred to Abigail De Ronte, the rightful owner of Nash Corps." Her hollow tone and the rehearsed words sent a chill racing down my spine. Before I could blink, the phone was snatched away, the video gone. Abigail’s entourage tucked it out of sight as if erasing the evidence from existence. "You already have everything settled then. I should take my—" I turned again, only to find the men closing in, their bodies forming a wall. They crowded together, herding me backward un

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Mrs. Viviana." "Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Viviana scoffed. "Lara already told me everything. How you abandoned your own child, left your husband, then went after your superiors to climb the ladder." She looked me up and down. "I dislike women like you most of all. Family is everything. And you threw it away for ambition." I took a breath, holding down the emotion rising in my throat. Lara stood behind Mrs. Viviana with a triumphant smile. She knew exactly what she was doing — choosing a business partner who held family values in the highest regard, then poisoning her view of me before I had a chance to defend myself.

“Enjoy your dinner.” Then I got in and slammed the door shut before Vincent could say another word. The cab driver barely had time to ask where I was headed before I barked out the address of the mansion. My hands clenched into fists on my lap, and my heart pounded in my chest—not just from anger, but from something deeper. Something uglier. Vincent hadn’t followed me. He hadn’t even tried. That should’ve told me everything I needed to know. I was Vincent's wife—his pregnant wife—but ever since he’d made up mind to protect Rosa’s baby, my baby and me became invisible to his eyes.

My hands clenched into fists. "And even if she divorces me, even if she runs to you, even if you think you've won..." He smiled, and it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen. "You'll never have her. Not really. Because deep down, she'll always know you abandoned her once. And she'll spend every day waiting for you to do it again." He turned to leave, then paused. "She's mine, Storm. Even in divorce. Even in your bed. Even when she's whispering your name." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll always be mine."

I weep for the abandoned dinner, for the set table, for the candles extinguished before they even had a chance to live. I weep for this pregnancy barely begun, already rejected. I weep for this belly ignored, denied. For this love I carried alone. I weep for what my sister stole from me. For her words, whispered in my ear like a provocation: "I'm pregnant. By him." And him, Marius, silent, but standing at her side like a trophy she had conquered, a man who would not be returned to me. I weep for my naïveté. I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown.

Johan grabbed Caroline’s hand to pull her up. Victoria smiled, satisfied with Johan’s actions toward Caroline. She was constantly treated like this. Only tears could convey her pain. "I didn’t mean to be lazy in this house. I just don’t feel well. I’m always told to do housework all day long." Caroline cried bitterly in front of Johan. A wife should be loved and cared for by her husband. But Caroline Margareth’s fate was different. She was constantly oppressed in her husband’s house. Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there.

I hissed. After I stepped foot inside my spacious living room, Vanelope Browne approached me with worry etched on her face. She is my trusted ally, mate of Cyrus, and the closest friend of my wife. “Alpha, there is something you need to see,” She reported. “What is it?” I immediately took the papers from her hands and saw that it was a picture of my wife in a province but she was young here. “She looked adorable in her teens as well,” I bit my lower lip while staring at that old picture and pitied myself for being like this. I am yearning for her.

Jared's never broken a promise to Alice. [Total legend. Lucia stole Alice's spot as the Lynch heiress, so Jared faked the whole marriage. His parents forced it, but it was all part of his plan.] [Yeah, marry Lucia, wait it out, then dump her. Make her look used and tossed.] [Now that Dawson Corp's yours, time to cut her loose?] The chat paused. Then Jared's reply, sent right before he hit the shower: [Soon.] Just one word. Lucia went ghost white.