The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

"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 she’s the reason he ditched me tonight. The same Olivia who abandoned him. Who drove him to almost drink himself into a coma? Ethan had to trick him into rehab just to save his life. That Olivia…. Was back in the city. And apparently, back in my husband’s life.

I kept my hands in the pockets of my coat. "Sebastian. That's low." I looked at him, cold. "You thought using my own son would make me fold?" He shook his head, panicked. "No — Nora, I've missed you. These two years, I have spent every single day regretting it. I can't do this without you." I looked at him — the textbook cliché of the man who loses his wife and tries to win her back. It struck me as almost funny. "Your regret isn't worth a damn to me."

"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?"

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.”

“This is your legacy. A thousand days in prison. Every scar is a gift from the man who vowed to protect me.” Hot tears splashed onto Damien’s hand. He flinched at the burn of them, his fingers twitching involuntarily. For the first time, he looked shaken—haunted, even. Outside, thunder boomed, drowning out the silence between them. Elena took a deep breath and wiped her tears, her voice suddenly calm. “If I could do it all over again, Damien, I’d pray never to have met you.” Her words sliced through the air like lightning. Damien’s expression hardened again, though a flicker of guilt lingered behind his eyes. “You have no choice,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife. That will never change.”

The person she thought was her better half had abandoned her at the first chance he could take. She survived. If people asked her 'how?' she couldn't quite explain it, she just did. The woman was quickly fired from the company, and Declan took drastic measures to save his marriage from his own stupidity. He realized the comfort he'd gotten from another woman was not worth the dedication of his doting wife. The other woman simply vanished from their lives, some say she moved to another city with her husband not long after she was relieved from the company.

Videos of their fights quickly went viral online. “You ruined everything, you wretch! Even my deal with Mr. Lee fell through because of you! And who do you think you are? Do you think you’re a trophy wife? You’re just a slut everyone’s had a go at, and you still think I’d marry you? Maybe in your next life! “I can’t believe I divorced Janice for trash like you. This is the biggest mistake of my life.” Wynne, dressed in a tattered wedding gown, stubbornly tried to shove the dead fetus into Michael’s hands.

“Hush. She’s fine. I sent her on her way. But one call is all I’ll need to make, and she won’t be so fine anymore. So, answer me this: Who are you?” When I’d been abandoned at the altar, I thought life couldn’t get any worse. When I found out my mother had stolen my college savings, I was in despair—but if I thought things couldn’t get worse, this proved me wrong. Now, I just wanted my life back. “Are you my husband’s little whore? Is that why he did this to our family?” she pushed. One of the men stepped forward, and I flinched when he grabbed my jaw. “She looks fine, but I don’t think there’s any pussy so good that Dad would leave his fortune to her for that.”