The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance の小説・ストーリー

The ropes are wrapped around her neck and hand, her feet are also bound but a few inches away from each other. My patience wearing thin. "Where is she?" I demanded, my eyes blazing with intensity. Maldive smirked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't you think you're a bit too hasty to see a woman you abandoned?" My jaw clenched, anger coursing through my veins. "I never abandoned my wife," I growled, my voice low and menacing. Maldive snorted. "But your actions speak otherwise. You left your wife to go to another country. How irresponsible of you to do that to her."

She whispered only for me to hear,"Tell me where is your bastard? Did you keep him? Is he alive because I don't want your dirty blood to challenge my child's inheritance. I know woman like you are capable of many things." The mention of my son was enough to push my confidence back and the fear of my child being in any kind of danger, filled my heart. Evanca's obsession for Colton is unpredictable. She poisoned her first husband and trapped his secretary in his murder just to reconcile with Colton as they used to date during their college time.

The room buzzed with a newfound sense of hope and possibility. The weight of grief that had hung over them began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future. And so, as the sun began to set and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the evening, Abigail's journey took an unexpected turn. She had transformed from a grieving widow to a woman who held the keys to a vast fortune and a legacy of success. The road ahead was uncertain, but with the support of her family and friends, she was ready to embrace whatever came her way.

She genuinely liked Silvia and could not stand to see her being mocked by people who were constantly saying foolish things. However, she did not need to do anything else now. Ryan’s unintentional protection of Silvia just now already proved that Silvia was not an abandoned woman whom had been banished from the family. Why would the former husband take the initiative to carry the suitcase for his abandoned wife? Why would the former husband come to pick his abandoned wife up from work? Why would the former husband be upset because his abandoned wife was almost run over by a bike? It appeared as though the husband was the one who was abandoned instead.

"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

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

Maybe this is a good time to rebuild our closeness a little so that everyone feels appreciated in this game. "I'm sorry, honey. I've been too busy lately, to the point that we've missed a lot of time together. Maybe if we can win this problem, we'll enjoy the results together. In the meantime, let Malisa languish in prison, or better yet, let her die, and we'll finish her off," I said, trying to calm my wife, Lina.

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.

she answered. “I don't need to do anything to get rid of him. He won't stay because he has a fiancèe,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Have you forgotten that he barely showed up to me during those three years I lived with him?” “I will never forget that but I think he changed his mind..” “Changed his mind? About what?” “About letting you go! Don't tell me you didn't notice it. I think he regrets abandoning you now that he could see you were better off without him. That's how usually the guy is. They only realized what they lost once the woman was gone and happy with someone else”