Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife Lucian

She leaned against the sofa, flipping through a thick pile of photographs. The private investigator across from Elena whispered. “While he was abroad, this Lucian indulged in every illegal act. He drowned himself in filth. And after returning home, he grew worse, hiding behind the name of his sister, Cassandra. He flaunts her fame, boasts that she is the savior of Damian Thompson.” He slid another stack of photographs across the table. Elena’s fingers brushed over them. “Lucian is reckless, yes, but he is also cunning. He throws money at the women he breaks, buying their silence. Most of them take it and fade away. If you want to tear him down, Elena, gambling is his weakness. ”

Ignored. One after another. One rejection after another. Every person who used to answer on the first ring suddenly had somewhere else to be. People who used to beg for my attention. People who used to wait outside my dressing room. People who used to flatter me. Gone. Every single one. The loneliness turned into fury. Because this wasn’t fair. Lucian cheated. Lucian betrayed his wife. Lucian hurt people. Lucian destroyed lives. Yet somehow I was the one being abandoned.

He just watched the pieces of the vase settle on the wall and then the floor. "You're not a traitor," he said quietly. "I'm a Blackthorne's wife, Lucian! No matter how many papers I sign, no matter how many people I train with... I am the woman he chose. And he’s never going to let me forget it." I slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the shards of my own life. I buried my face in my hands and finally, truly, let the devastation win.

Lucian looked at me patiently and said, "I'm not going to let my pregnant wife yell at me. For your information, letting a pregnant woman do anything doesn't look good for the rest of your life, so you might want to add that into your playbook of women. Gianna's going to be here next week anyway. I'm sure she'll talk to me by that time. And again, don't you ever try to use Gianna for argument's sake." I cracked a big smile on my face and said, "I know, I know. She's your Gianna. She's definitely not one of them. But I'm just saying. Girls like that Louisa all have some twisted fucking father issues on many levels. But one thing they have in common is that they're all buying the 'love saves t

"I-I can't take it anymore... I want to leave, Faye... I-I can't handle this..." All my dreams for our future family were shattered in an instant. It felt like reality slapped me in the face, showing me that Ezekiel would never choose me. He loves Marian... He will choose her until the end! B-But why did he have to rub it in my face... as if I'm a worthless wife to him? "M-Ma'am Serena? Where are you going? Ma'am!" I returned to my car and drove out of the mansion. I drove as if I were drunk, not caring about what would happen to me.

Chapter 4 Hope I was married to the Lycan King. Everyone started to stand up from their seats to leave the wedding scene. I looked around me, searching for my parents but I found them nowhere among the dispersing crowd. My throat felt dry. Were they going to leave me all alone? I looked at the Lycan King—my husband—and he bore no expression on his beautiful face. He gripped my wrist once again as he started to yank me away from the scene. I tried to free myself, tugging my hand away from his grip.

One day it's time to leave the dungeon when I hear Daniel's voice, quiet, full of pain: "Abigail, anything Lucian has promised you… it won't be worth losing your family. I stop with my hand on the door. I don't know what to say at this moment. I want to snap at him, to tell him that he doesn't understand. None of the words will come, though. I just walk away, my chest tight with something I can't name. Later that night, Lucian summons me to his chambers. His face is a mask of little satisfaction, like he knows some sort of secret that nobody else does. "You've done well," he says smoothly. "But let me remind you, Abigail… show one hole in your armor, and they will use it against you."

The memory clawed its way up—filthy words, cruel laughter, hands reaching— He squeezed his eyes shut. Lucian’s grip on his shoulder gentled. "You think running from me will save you?" Lucian murmured. "You’re alone now. No family. No friends. No home." Elias’s throat closed. He forced himself to look up, defiant despite the terror clawing at him. "You don't know anything about me." Lucian’s silver eyes gleamed. "I know enough," he said, voice like smoke. "I know the Everstones cast you out like trash. I know their precious heir cried wolf and you took the fall."

They had forgotten that Lucian was their other daughter’s husband and Selena’s brother-in-law. Absurd. Utterly absurd. I looked at Lucian, wanting to know his answer, but I already knew. He had abandoned our child and me for Selena. What was this, compared to that? After a brief hesitation, Lucian nodded. Even though I had expected it, it still felt laughable that thirteen years of love had come to this. He moved quickly. He had a lawyer draft the divorce agreement and began preparing for his wedding with Selena. On the day of the wedding, he even called Damon, who was watching over me.

The lights flickered on. The bastard had his hands around my wife’s neck. “You’re an idiot,” I spat, fury building inside me as he casually shrugged. “You made me one,” Luciano said, his voice dripping with disdain. I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. “Let her go… This is between you and me. Not her. Let my wife go.” “You know, I had a chance at marriage too... with Olivia. I really liked her. She was sexy... pretty, to start with.”