The Abandoned Wife Lucian Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"Why? You didn't want this marriage; what are you clinging to? There's nothing binding us; you should be happy with the proposal of a divorce." "Well, I'm not. I don't like to think that I failed." "We failed, not just you, both of us. For me, we failed completely from the moment Ethan died. You didn't want him; you didn't know him; you weren't there. Our son died, and you didn't know him; you abandoned me even before his birth, Robert." "Because you love another man, Alice. I did those things because my wife loves another man! I can't justify Ethan; I don't even intend to."

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Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.

“And that child was stolen from her. While she was locked in prison. Lied to. Manipulated. Left to believe her baby died.” Damien stared at the documents, unable to breathe. His entire world tilted. He remembered Elena crying in the hospital, broken and devastated. He remembered dismissing her fears.He remembered calling her delusional. He remembered leaving her on the road last night. He remembered it all Guilt crushed him like a boulder. “I… I abandoned her,” he whispered, eyes burning. “I left her there. In the dark. Alone.” Old Mr. Salvatore slammed his cane on the floor.

She was looking out over the mountain pass, completely focused on the horizon and her back turned to him as if he were nothing more than a passing shadow in the dark. For two years, Lucian had chased the Legacy Director, obsessing over the mysterious entity that was systematically tearing his global empire to pieces. He had spent millions of dollars on forensic data analysts and private intelligence firms after which he was convinced that a powerful foreign syndicate was trying to break him. Now, as he cleared the dirt from the very infrastructure she had wrested from his control, the truth was a suffocating weight in his chest. His quiet, submissive wife hadn't just walked out on their marr

Luci was not interested in his games. “Unfortunately, I don’t, but I will advise you to change your view, because soon, you will find that you have no choice.” He said this so seriously, Lucianda’s gaze went to him, surprised by the swift change in his person. “What are you talking about?” She asked in an anxious tone. “It is true I crushed your husband but what you don’t know is that, before he escaped through death, I promised him I was going to take over everything that belonged to him...” He enlightened her.

Lucianus I left her breathless and sated that night, but I was anything but. No matter how deep I buried my cock in her body and made her cry out in pleasure, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Just the taste of her pleasure, even without the blood slave mark, had been enough to make me want more. It was like the forbidden fruit of immortality that could drive someone to madness. My wife was dead, yet I could have her in some small through this woman. Perhaps I should have stayed the course and refused this course of action. It would have been for the best, but it was too late now.

“Because you’re confusing control with care. You don’t want me here because you give a damn. You want me here because it’s convenient. You want your wife happy and your conscience clean.” He was staring at me like I’d shot him in the chest. “And you know what?” I hissed, pushing harder, “Sienna can't hide her true nature. Not from me. And deep down, I don’t think she truly wants me here other than to use me. She just wants what she can’t have. You and her are no different from one another.” That was the last straw. Lucian took two steps, then four…before I even had the chance to react, his hand was on my throat, slamming me back against the wall like he’d finally snapped.