Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife Book

She believed this was entirely her operation. “You were watching this building?” she asked carefully. I did not answer, I didn’t need to. Her breathing shifted — subtle and quicker. Not quite fearful. Her calculation was speeding up. “You are not here for him,” she said slowly. Very Clever. “No,” I agreed. Cadwell whimpered faintly behind us. “And yet,” I continued, closing the distance between us, “I find my wife conducting an interrogation in an abandoned house at this hour.” Her jaw tightened at the word wife.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

‘’Groom abandons slut of his wife on the wedding altar. “‘slut of a sister could not win her way into the Grey household and has been abandoned by husband on the altar’’ The news articles held all sorts of titles. Everyone felt bad for Anabel but no one was willing to take her side. She deserved it and everyone knew about it. It was not the first time she was making headlines. ‘’If only she had married into the Richards family then none of this would be happening to her today’’ Anabel watched as everyone spoke about her, neither Daniel, Mark, or lovert was anywhere to be seen. She had not seen Arielle since the breaking of the day.

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

“For three years, I did everything I could to fit into the family. I gave up on my position in the company because Caleb asked me to. Even when all of you treated me worse than dirt, I stayed silent. I endured everything… hoping that one day, you would finally see me for who I truly was. “But now I realize just how foolish I was. Nothing I do will ever make you all recognize me as worthy of being Caleb’s wife. To all of you, I will always be nothing more than a homewrecker… a stain on the Montclair’s family name. The poor girl who entered your lives with nothing,” Ashley paused, rubbing her stomach softly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.

“But you’re clearly an asset to this family. So once you’ve cleared the air and confessed your lies publicly, then I will consider letting you return to our family. As Lucian’s wife.” “Lucian’s wife?” I said in mock exasperation. “But Lucian already has a wife. What about Lydia.” “Lydia,” Vivenne scoffed, waving her hand dismissively in the air. “She’s not nearly as valuable as you. In fact, she’s not even worth mentioning.” I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her last comment pushed me over the edge. Vivenne really thought that I would do all this? That I would just submit to her demands?

So, he found comfort with other women. Tyler’s earlier words played in my mind. His denial of me as his wife felt like a sharp bone lodged in my throat. Before I realized it, tears silently spilled from the corners of my eyes. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Tyler. [I couldn’t find you, so I left first. [I’ve got a surprise waiting at home. Don’t be mad, okay? [Oh, and Mom says she misses us. Let’s visit her when we get the chance.]

Or more specifically… the woman he kept pretending not to care about. Because men like Vincent were predictable. The harder they denied something, the more attached they secretly were. If I pushed the right buttons hard enough, eventually he’d break. A slow smirk formed across my lips immediately. “Get me every piece of information you can find on Vincent’s hidden wife.” Cole blinked slightly before nodding quickly. “Yes, sir.” Less than thirty minutes later, he returned with an entire file. Of where she lived, where she raced, her routines and history. Even her nickname. The Beast Biker.

She genuinely liked Silvia and could not stand to see her being mocked by people who were constantly saying foolish things. However, she did not need to do anything else now. Ryan’s unintentional protection of Silvia just now already proved that Silvia was not an abandoned woman whom had been banished from the family. Why would the former husband take the initiative to carry the suitcase for his abandoned wife? Why would the former husband come to pick his abandoned wife up from work? Why would the former husband be upset because his abandoned wife was almost run over by a bike? It appeared as though the husband was the one who was abandoned instead.