The Abandoned Wife Novels & Stories

My hands clenched into fists. "And even if she divorces me, even if she runs to you, even if you think you've won..." He smiled, and it was the ugliest thing I'd ever seen. "You'll never have her. Not really. Because deep down, she'll always know you abandoned her once. And she'll spend every day waiting for you to do it again." He turned to leave, then paused. "She's mine, Storm. Even in divorce. Even in your bed. Even when she's whispering your name." His eyes glittered with malice. "She'll always be mine."

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.

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

“Well, what I did is nothing compared to what you and your family have put me through. I did everything you ever asked of me. I threw away my dreams just to please you. I turned myself into some pathetic, lovesick fool hoping to earn your love and trust. But what did I get in return? Divorce papers and betrayals? You chose to believe this wicked woman over your own wife even after I told you she framed me. You’re the worst kind of man, Caleb Montclair. You’re a coward. A spineless man no woman should ever love.”

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and

and some kind of plea for understanding. I wasn’t fazed. “To see me? Why? Why do you want to see me?” “Because you’re my wife.” The words were barley out of his mouth when I raised my hand to strike his face hard and without remorse. “You must be out of your mind, you fool! You abandoned me and my daughter. You left us to go through hell alone. You were out there starting a new life with another woman while I went hungry and almost homeless with my daughter.”

The woman continued, "Later, the abandoned woman married another man who was very famous. She got married even earlier than that man. In less than 10 months, she gave birth to a boy." Jessica looked at the woman. "She gave birth to a boy. Does that mean that the boy is not her husband's?"

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

" I'm not lying. My husband has your pictures everywhere! " " He doesn't love me anymore! He only sees you! " She suddenly turned violent, scratching, and crazily yelling like one without senses. " You stole him away from me- You snatched away my husband. " " Who do you think you are, Cinderella " " You are the bastard no one loves_ " " A cheap classless and an ugly duckling every one had fúcking abandoned_ " " Antonio abandoned you. Your parents died and left you. They abandoned you. "