Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

" If she wanted the truth, I was willing to give it to her. I took my phone out and ignored Simon, who got increasingly pale, and I emailed Rebecca a clip. It was a video of Simon blocking my way and showing me a pregnancy report delightfully. "Rebecca is pregnant with our child now, Hayden. It means nothing for you to keep holding the spot as her husband. Do you know that every time she tells you she's on a business trip, she's really with me? "Rebecca complains about you all the time, and she doesn't love you at all! So what if you refuse to leave her? You're just a pitiful husband she does not love!" Simon's tone was taunting. "It doesn't matter if the Chiltons don't like me, because Rebe

Paula I was truly pissed off. With my current situation, I had become a wife abandoned by her husband after he was sent to prison. And his family was completely useless. The Samuel family business had collapsed, and instead they kept trying to force me to support them. My entire family blamed me for not choosing the right husband, even though they had clearly been delighted with my choice before. Day after day, I lived with an uneasy heart. Everything I did felt filled with guilt. No… this can’t be happening. It shouldn’t be like this.

She believed this was entirely her operation. “You were watching this building?” she asked carefully. I did not answer, I didn’t need to. Her breathing shifted — subtle and quicker. Not quite fearful. Her calculation was speeding up. “You are not here for him,” she said slowly. Very Clever. “No,” I agreed. Cadwell whimpered faintly behind us. “And yet,” I continued, closing the distance between us, “I find my wife conducting an interrogation in an abandoned house at this hour.” Her jaw tightened at the word wife.

So, he found comfort with other women. Tyler’s earlier words played in my mind. His denial of me as his wife felt like a sharp bone lodged in my throat. Before I realized it, tears silently spilled from the corners of my eyes. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Tyler. [I couldn’t find you, so I left first. [I’ve got a surprise waiting at home. Don’t be mad, okay? [Oh, and Mom says she misses us. Let’s visit her when we get the chance.]

"Your honey.... is calling you." The way I said honey felt like a slap. I stepped back, my hands dropping from his waist. Suddenly, the bandages, the kitchen, the I will live for you it all felt like a beautiful, messy lie. He was still her husband, and obviously he still sees her as his wife, that's why he couldn't just save her name with something else, after she literally abandoned her on son and even cheated on him. Oh...my God, does Chad really love my mum so much? They should be divorced by now already....

Imanol hung up immediately, not wanting to listen to the voice of the woman who swore to love him and who finally turned out to be shameless, just like most of the women he has met who are only interested in their own economic well-being. The girl cried her eyes out on the bed, her husband has left her abandoned in an unknown country and the worst thing is that she has no money to be able to go back and confront him to tell him what really happened. She has no idea that her husband watched her lying in that bed, fortunately there was no one with her, which means that the man had already left. It is as if someone had hired him just to do evil and harm the happy marriage.

he said. “Today,” she said. “Your wedding day.” “Oates has a sense of occasion.” She put the phone down. “Or she knew the charter was coming and held the announcement until today on purpose.” He turned her gently by the shoulders so she was facing him. His hands on her face, which had become the gesture she associated with everything that was real and direct and required to be looked at. “The Adeyemi-Harlow Framework,” he said. “Both names,” she said. “My father and your mother. On the same document.”

During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech every day. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire company." I looked at Jonathan and Quinn, who were standing a distance away, clinking glasses with each other. I smiled and said, "Let them spread." The woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect me to respond that way. However, what the woman didn't know was that I had investigated Jonathan and Quinn some time ago. Jonathan's name was on the deed of the apartment unit that Quinn was living in. Jonathan and I had bought that unit two months after we got married. On the

A stranger who appeared out of nowhere, spoke like he knew too much, and threw her into a nightmare she never asked for. And yet— He had taken a bullet for her. That wasn’t something you ignored. That wasn’t something you forgot. --- Elena pushed open the door to an abandoned café, the bell above it giving a weak chime before falling silent again. Empty. Dark. Safe… for now. She locked the door behind her and leaned against it, her body trembling—not from fear alone, but from everything crashing down at once. Her husband was dead. Her life was gone. And now she was running from people she didn’t even understand.