The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

Cara may only have been sixteen, but she looked and acted every bit of twenty-one. I lived alone - my wife of eleven years having taken off with a drummer for a rock band, a kid ten years younger than she was. I hadn't heard from her and I hoped that I never would. If she would just stay away for another six months I would be able to sue for divorce on the grounds of abandonment and I would get the house and everything and the bitch wouldn't get a dime.

“I really want to leave him.” “Then let me handle the divorce papers.” Sophia’s voice turned serious. “I’ll be your lawyer.” I lowered my gaze to my trembling fingers. “I have nothing now, Sophia.” That was the painful reality. During the three years of marriage, I abandoned my career for Damien. I left the scientific research world I once loved because the Sinclair family believed a CEO’s wife should not work in a laboratory. Now I realized how foolish I had been. I lost everything for a man who could not even stay faithful.

I bit my tongue and forced a smile that looked uglier than a crying face and continued on my way with the trove of bootlickers following me. “Mrs Gates, please help me. My husband really needs this contract from the Gates group. I guarantee that my husband is honest and will supply the items satisfactorily. Please put in a good word for us, our lives depend on it.” A desperate voice suddenly said, same time I felt a soft hand grab my arm. The tearful voice seemed to coming from a long tunnel, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see a young woman of my age, her eyes filled with desperation and love for her man.

"Putting him up? What do you think this is — a homeless shelter? Get him out of my house!" I didn't move. "This house? I put down most of the down payment. I've paid most of the mortgage. I get half the say in who stays here." "If I say he stays, he stays. If you don't like it, you're welcome to leave." Preston stared at me like I'd slapped him. "Chloe. You're telling me to get out? For a stranger?" I laughed in his face. "When you wrecked my gallery for Vivian, did you remember I was your wife?"

My face was pale as I turned to leave. The abortion medicine slid down my throat and into my stomach. The pain in my abdomen was excruciating. I could clearly feel the warm blood streaming down my legs. I took out my phone with trembling hands. Just as I was about to call an ambulance, Alana suddenly appeared and slapped the phone to the ground. "You want to go to the hospital? In your dreams! I won't allow a wretch like you to ruin the Greenwood family's bloodline! You can forget about ever giving birth to a child!"

Ralph sucked Rara’s bottom lip between his teeth as his hands strayed from her hips to the upper part of her thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. "Understand something," Ralph growled lowly against her lips. "You’re now our wife, no longer a daughter or sister but ‘ours’.” As one hand held her thigh, the other crept one hand held her thigh, the other crept up her flat stomach and possessively grabbed her plump bare breast. "I did you a favour. Your whore of a sister was eventually going to betray you, topolìno. This world is fucking selfish, it wouldn’t think twice before eating you up, then why are you feeling remorse for a wench who was ready to kill you to save her skin." Ralph continue

“You cannot fool me. I saw the test results.” I rolled my eyes at his words. He was bold enough to come right in front of me and claim rights to a child when he was the one who abandoned me months ago? How sweet. And why on earth would he even need my child when his darling wife was capable of bearing his heirs? As I looked into his desperate eyes, I chose to toy with him the same way he did to me. “Why would you care about a child from me? Tell me, is your sweet little wife barren?” I jabbed. “By the way, where is she? Last time I remembered, you never let her out of your sight.”

Rita's POV The day was scorching hot and I returned from church exhausted, desperately needing a shower and a cold drink. It was tiring to play the role of an abandoned wife and having to accept all the advice and laments about my ungrateful husband who had left home. Truth be told, when I arrived and realized Orlando had moved out, I was quite pleased - I was already tired of him, but I needed to maintain my role as the loving abandoned wife. "Cida! Cida!" I called for the maid, but she was such a dimwit, always taking forever to show up.

Poor Mark Sterling, dealing with his unstable wife who was making wild accusations about their business. "I'm not coming home, Mark." "Then you're choosing to abandon your children. I hope you can live with that choice." He hung up. Elena sat in her car, staring at her phone. Mark was right about one thing, she hadn't thought this through. She'd been so focused on getting away from him that she hadn't planned what came next. Now she had no money, no home, no job, and no way to fight for her kids. But going back wasn't an option. Not after seeing who Mark really was.

Yes, because he made her believe in a future where she would never feel abandoned again. And for a while, the promise felt real. But now, three years into their marriage, that promise was cracking. She pressed her palms over her face, trembling. She thought of the girl she had been, nineteen and broken on the asphalt, and the man who had saved her. He had lifted her from blood and pain into a new life. And now he was asking her to bleed again, in a way that no wound could ever truly heal. Emelia still pressing her palms against her temples, fighting back tears. She could still hear August’s words, broken and desperate.