Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife Lucian Pdf

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.

"I'll wait for you to give birth, until the time comes… don't trouble my wife, understand?" I chuckled softly. I'd never seen this side of Lucian before. I love… everything about Lucian. I think I really do love him. "But I've already signed the divorce papers," I said casually. "But I haven't," Lucian said quickly. "Where is it now?" "I don't know." "Why is that?" "Because you're my wife forever, starting now." "What about the contract?" This time, I was the one enjoying teasing him. "The contract has expired."

I waited in that building all night. At dawn, she appeared. She wasn't flustered. Wasn't surprised. She simply stood in the doorway, looked at me, and let a trace of contempt cross her face. "So you're Lucien Blackthorne." Her tone was flat. I nodded. Told her I was Elena's husband. She let out a quiet laugh — unmistakably sarcastic — repeated the word "husband," then studied me as though confirming something. "Elena already divorced you, correct? Isn't your wife that vampire woman?"

She shot me one last contemptuous glance, took Johnny's hand, and turned to leave. I watched her retreating figure, and the memories of our fifteen years together flooded back. Despite everything, I couldn't help but call out to her. Maeve spun around instantly. "Changed your mind? Ed, it's too late now—" I cut her off, glancing at her hand intertwined with Johnny's. Whether it was because I'd already hurt too much, or because I'd finally let go—my heart felt calm now. I said, "We were married once, so I'll give you one last piece of advice. Johnny isn't who you think he is. He's not the son of war heroes—he's been lying to you. His reasons for getting close to you might not be innocent..."

He completed his sentence and plopped down onto the sofa with a hectic look on his face. Avelina gazed at him, and with her hands balled into a tight fists, she pulled the door open. "I am not your wife, and never will I be!" She declared and stormed out of the room. Lucian pinched between his brows and lowered his head in deep stress. "What a headache!" He complained and lay down on the couch. ———- Across the long table, Lucian's father, Lehalt de' Cole, sat opposite a middle-aged man who appeared to be his age.

Angel tried to speak too, perhaps to weaponize her crocodile tears again, but Lucian held up a hand and snapped, "Keep shut!" Then he turned back to the butler. "I entrusted you with my home. I asked you to take care of my wife, to treat her like you would treat me. I took your daughter like my own little sister. I funded her education. I let her live a lavish life as a sign of benevolence for your years of service. And this is what you do? You ally with the maids, allow your daughter to disrespect my wife, and you dare to fire someone who defended her?"

“Julian, please, I’m the victim here. She’s attacking me for no reason. All I did was call you when I needed help—” “Victim?” Vanessa laughed sharply. “Yes you’re the problem. Imagine calling someone’s husband at midnight just because of a convenient little cut?” Vanessa turned back to Julian. “Look at you, siding with your mistress while your wife is here sick. Shame on you, Julian.” For a moment, I saw something in Julian’s face—his eyes moved back to me, really looked at me this time. His expression cracked, just slightly. Guilt, maybe regret. His hand lifted an inch, like he might reach for me.

With no warning, Zane stormed up and slapped the drink out of his hand. Glass shattered on the floor. “That’s your wife, Lucian!” he shouted. “And you let strangers paw her like a piece of meat?! What the hell is wrong with you?” Lucian didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold, unreadable. “She’s not my wife. She’s a contract.” Zane’s voice broke with fury. “She’s a human. A woman. You? You’re not even a man anymore.” Lucian narrowed his eyes. “You’re falling for her, aren’t you?”

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.