The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

I want to smack it away but my constrained and brutalized hands limit me to the core, and he only smiles, getting up again. "A long time ago, my forefather and his second wife lived here, in this cabin." He starts, and I try to ignore all my pain so I can concentrate and listen for a clue. I might find something that'd lead to an escape. "His first wife fell terribly ill. He tried all he could for that ungrateful bastard, but she didn't get any better. She wrecked his finances, he got fired from work, everyone avoided them like the plague. He was alone and only wanted his dear wife to be well again.

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.

“The billionaire businessman claims that his wife, Vanessa, has been cheating on him constantly with men who have driven her to near bankruptcy, but that the final straw came when he came across the recordings of his wife running outside their home...” He had sent the video of me limping out of the house, trying to escape, to the press. “Miss Barclay reportedly went to the police office to report her husband for attempted sexual abuse and kidnapping, but the missing belongings in her husband's house only reveal that the lady was angry that she couldn't get access to the safe that only Bill Allen knows the key to.” I screamed so loudly that for an instant I was voiceless. “I hate you, Bill!”

"I brought you something — that sticky gingerbread loaf you used to love as a kid. I baked it fresh this morning, it's still warm from the oven." I didn't take it. Her hand hung there in midair. Her expression slowly crumbled. Her voice shook. "Ryan, I know we were wrong. We don't blame you for what happened with Chloe anymore, and the whole thing with the pendant is water under the bridge. Just... come home and see us, would you? Your dad, he—" She stopped again, crying harder now. I looked at the loaf in her hands and didn't reach for it.

And then she jabbed a finger at his chest. "You said you'd love me forever!" "I just wanted to see if you could be faithful to me." "And it turns out you're exactly the kind of man who can't keep it in his pants." "You've got a kid already. Even that, I was willing to look past — and then you went and changed your heart on me anyway." She kept going, uglier and uglier. And then she ripped off the mask. "Don't bother. You're not finding her." "Nora is never taking you back. Not in this lifetime."

"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?"

After getting into a car accident, I'm left fully paralyzed and can only spend the rest of my days in a wheelchair. My mind also regresses to that of a three-year-old. However, my wife, Ingrid Sanford, doesn't abandon me. Instead, she quits her job and cares for me for six long years. During our hardest times, even when she has no money for food, she still makes sure I get the best medication she can afford. I can never forget how she sits by my bedside and holds my hand, whispering, "Don't be afraid, Nick. I'm not the kind of woman who will abandon you. Even if you end up being like this all your life, I will still always stay by your side forever. "But if you do get better, please don'

“You can go home if this place reminds you of her.” “She was there too.” He taps my back. “You got it pretty bad, cuz. You’ll win Abby back, I promise you, Seb. You’re the kind of man who never gives up until he gets what he wants. And you will never give up on her now, now that she’s your wife, and I know she still loves you. Love won’t just vanish like that, man. I will help you with everything I can. You just have to pull yourself together and get back on the game. I’ll even kidnap her for you if I have to—”

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE THIRTY FIVE THEME: Good enough CONNECTICUT, UNITED OF AMERICA Christopher Crawford has never felt anxious in his entire life before, not even when he had been bidding for his first million dollar contract. He hoped badly that the day would go well without a hitch and if it doesn’t then he was ready to start sourcing for another woman to be his fake wife although he doubted if the plan would work this time around.

Leonard’s words lingered in the air for a long moment. Adele stood near the apartment window without answering right away. Meanwhile, Sebastian watched her from the dining table, his jaw tightening slightly. “Adele?” Leonard’s voice lowered. “I’ve done everything.” A coldness slowly entered Adele’s gaze. “And that’s exactly the problem.” Leonard frowned faintly on the other end of the line. “What do you mean?” “You abandoned the woman who just gave birth to your child.” Her tone remained calm. “And now you’re talking as if that proves your love.”