The Abandoned Wife Book Novels & Stories

He married her not to divorce her and yet his previous actions couldn’t guarantee him the happy ending he wished for. “Take back what you said, Audrey Vargas.” Shane clenched his fists when he saw his wife shaking her head. “Why?” He asked in a broken voice. Tears streamed down his face when reality hit him hard. The family he thought he was protecting was slowly drifting into the depths of an abyss. And he was afraid he couldn’t do anything to save it… Not, when the other side had already given up the fight.

He glanced at Sophia on the bed, who looked weak enough to expire at any moment, and his gaze instantly softened. "But Sophia can't. She's too fragile. She's pregnant, and that is my firstborn son." "She and the child need this protection more than you do." I looked at the man in front of me. How righteously he spoke. Because I was strong, I deserved to be abandoned? Because she was weak, she could rightfully steal everything from me? I slapped his hands away, took two steps back, and leaned against the cold wall. Blood from my forehead dripped onto the pristine white floor tiles, blooming into glaring red flowers.

I gave a faint, weary smile and coughed a few times. "Long time no see, Anna." Anna Digby's expression softened slightly. She let out a scoff and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "If I hadn't happened to pass by, you'd have fried your brain in that rain and turned into a vegetable. "What about your wife?" At the mention of Maeve, my heart ached again. Seeing my pale face, Anna wisely dropped the subject and handed me my phone.

Meanwhile, Margaret continued without hesitation— “Spread the news that both the baby and his mother died during childbirth.” The corner of Leonard’s lips curved faintly. And for the first time since entering the room— He almost looked satisfied. Because in the end— Margaret herself had spoken those words aloud. Abandon Vanessa. Abandon the baby boy. Exactly the same way the family had once abandoned Arabella and her baby daughter. How ironic. Margaret slowly sat back down in her chair. The older woman looked far colder now. “You already placed them far away from London?” Leonard nodded calmly.

Something she can trade to save the one person who matters. “You’re not a whore. You’re my wife.” The words come out sharp, blade-edge clean, and they surprise both of us. I see her flinch, see something flicker across her face that might be anger or might be something worse. “Your wife?” She smiles, but it’s bitter. Broken. “The one you treat however you want? The one you ignore? The one you left under the stairs like she was nothing?” Her voice rises, and I can hear years of resentment pouring out. “The one whose opinion never mattered in that suffocating cage you call a home? The one you never believed? Tell me, Julian—which wife am I supposed to be? Because we both know what all of this

A stranger who appeared out of nowhere, spoke like he knew too much, and threw her into a nightmare she never asked for. And yet— He had taken a bullet for her. That wasn’t something you ignored. That wasn’t something you forgot. --- Elena pushed open the door to an abandoned café, the bell above it giving a weak chime before falling silent again. Empty. Dark. Safe… for now. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her body trembling—not from fear alone, but from everything crashing down at once. Her husband was dead. Her life was gone. And now she was running from people she didn’t even understand.

he said. “Today,” she said. “Your wedding day.” “Oates has a sense of occasion.” She put the phone down. “Or she knew the charter was coming and held the announcement until today on purpose.” He turned her gently by the shoulders so she was facing him. His hands on her face, which had become the gesture she associated with everything that was real and direct and required to be looked at. “The Adeyemi-Harlow Framework,” he said. “Both names,” she said. “My father and your mother. On the same document.”

She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way. She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it. That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

I looked at him weakly and spoke up,"B..but I a..am yo..your wi..wife" Hearing this, he started laughing. I looked at him with pain. "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you have seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth to spat upon you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low class girl. How can you even think you can be my wife? You even won't fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of cloth in your entire life?" He asked me pointing at my weeding

Just as I was about to answer, Patrick beat me to it and replied, "where else would she be? This cheap, disgusting, and good for nothing slut. You abandoned your duties in this house to go sleep around with men. How much is he paying you?" "That is enough!" Victor quickly shouted in reply. "No one is allowed to call my wife names." Wife???? They all stared at me in shock. Abigail was the most surprised as she quickly stood up and yelled, "impossible!! Dad, this is my slave, you bought her to serve me, all her life. What right does she have to go and get married, that too without my consent? This is completely unacceptable." "It is not up to you to decide if Ivy gets married or not," Victor s