The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

She didn't know the man she was seeing was married, so she got pregnant with that man's child. Later, she found out and, angry, she asked the man for money, threatening to abort the child if he didn't pay. She had actually already aborted the child. Originally, she just wanted to get back at the scumbag, but she didn't expect that he would have her sent to prison for blackmailing him. Huh, how ridiculous... During her time in prison, Emily kept saying men were not good at all, and she would never easily trust a man again. After being released, she wanted to use men as stepping stones and climbing up the social ladder step by step.

"I love you. We can fix this. I swear, I’ll do anything….." "Stop!" I shouted, my chest rising up angrily with my eyes closed. "I’m not your fixer, Ethan. You don’t get to use me anymore. You don’t get to use her either. Or do you think I don't know anything? You want to wire off the business in your name but Nadine was smart enough to always decline. All I just want now, is my peace, Ethan. Just leave." I whispered tiredly and turned my back to leave but his next words stopped me in my tracks. “You can never find the right person for you, Gabby. It's better you know that now. I will instruct Lila to abort the pregnancy and she will be out of our lives so we can make babies. I am the only on

“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.

Does he know the sacrifices I've endured throughout these three years of marriage? Yet, amidst my role as a wife, I didn't give up on my studies completely. I secretly took online classes, which Crestwood University kindly offered to me. I focused on Advanced Programming, keeping it a secret because I didn't want any trouble from Mrs. Cornell. She believed I should only concentrate on taking care of Philip. That's also why I decided not to hire a maid. Lost in thought, the wind's chill seeping into my skin as I walked along the road.

“For three years, I did everything I could to fit into the family. I gave up on my position in the company because Caleb asked me to. Even when all of you treated me worse than dirt, I stayed silent. I endured everything… hoping that one day, you would finally see me for who I truly was. “But now I realize just how foolish I was. Nothing I do will ever make you all recognize me as worthy of being Caleb’s wife. To all of you, I will always be nothing more than a homewrecker… a stain on the Montclair’s family name. The poor girl who entered your lives with nothing,” Ashley paused, rubbing her stomach softly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

“I had never stolen anything in my life. I did not even steal when I was very poor. I did it out of desperation after being forced into a corner with no other way. I had already given up after everything I’ve done was not reciprocated. I had already been married to Neo for ten years. We were a married couple for ten years. We have dined together, lived together, and slept in the same bed, but he had been guarding against me as if I was a thief. I had to wash and massage his feet and even sleep with him at night. I also had to do the laundry, prepare three meals a day, and also clean the house during the day. These are all the things that I should be doing as a wife. However, what did he say?

It was a rebirth. The scars from my first marriage no longer stung as they once had. They were still there, faint and faded, but they no longer had power over me. This was my second chance—a chance I had thought I’d never deserve, let alone find. And yet here I was, standing beside Adrian Blackwood, the man who had fought every obstacle, broken every barrier, just to love me. Now, I was his wife. The reception was a joyous whirlwind. There was laughter, the clinking of glasses, and speeches that made me blush and cry. Claire, in her dramatic glory, insisted on sharing how she “knew” Adrian and I were destined from the moment she saw us bicker.

"She wanted an easy life without working for it, but she couldn't handle the consequences. Just because her husband turned out to be a fraudster drowning in debt, she abandoned her children abroad, came back to be another man's mistress, and now she's had another baby. What a mess!" "If I were her, I'd be too ashamed to stay alive. She's perfectly fit to work, so honestly, she got exactly what she deserved. Anyone who gets involved with her is bound to have bad luck!" After seeing what happened, I steered my path around her to walk away. The chaotic scene had absolutely nothing to do with me, no matter how loud the screeches and shots were. The sun was blindingly brilliant outside. I held up

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

She lingered for just a second longer before swiftly wrapping her scarf around her face and disappearing into the night. The abandoned baby, sensing the sudden absence of warmth, began to cry—a sharp, heartbreaking wail that echoed in the stillness. Despite its tiny frame, the cries were loud, piercing through the silence of the night. The woman didn’t turn back. She forced herself to keep walking, telling herself that this was the best choice. Inside the residence, Calvin was in the middle of yet another argument with his wife. They had been married for years but had never been able to conceive a child. They had tried countless treatments, visited numerous doctors, but nothing had worked.