The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

Trying to break away from him. “Let go of me! Lo doesn't put me to jail! Your wife is supposed to be already dead! He does not worth the same lo!” Abizar glared sharply hear the words that come out of the mouth of the woman.” You should know yourself! From the first, I refused you but you destroy all the happiness I am. This time I'm not gonna release you and let you keep wandering in my life! I will make your life destroyed!” “You try it! You don't have proof, Abi. Why the hell you didn't accept me for me? So we will be happy together. I will be a good wife to you.”

This house… once filled with her hopes, her silent sacrifices, and countless sleepless nights… now made her feel like a stranger standing at the threshold of a life that no longer belonged to her. She stared at the mansion beyond the gates. The garden she had personally designed still bloomed with vibrant roses and neatly trimmed hedges. The white marble fountain at the center still trickled gently, just as it had on the day she moved in as a new bride, filled with dreams she believed would last forever. But now, the sound of the flowing water felt like a cruel reminder that time had moved on without her. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she stepped forward. As she reached the gate, the security

With that, I got up and left the office with the papers in hand, slamming the door behind me. But the moment I left, I walked to the lobby and sat down. I opened the files and went through it. It looked legit enough. But was this how I was going to do it? Would I let some random asshole tell me that my wife wasn’t good enough for me or I wasn’t good enough for my wife? No. Sienna was mine to keep. I had plans for her. I hadn’t even known she would be able to open her eyes or survive this incident. Somehow she had, and she was pushing me away. No, I wasn’t going to let this stand.

Rita's POV The day was scorching hot and I returned from church exhausted, desperately needing a shower and a cold drink. It was tiring to play the role of an abandoned wife and having to accept all the advice and laments about my ungrateful husband who had left home. Truth be told, when I arrived and realized Orlando had moved out, I was quite pleased - I was already tired of him, but I needed to maintain my role as the loving abandoned wife. "Cida! Cida!" I called for the maid, but she was such a dimwit, always taking forever to show up.

It was the same for Nathan. During that year, if Margaret had not talked about it every day, he would also have forgotten that he was married. He stretched his hand to hold Abigail's hand. "Thank you for coming into my life! Thank you for giving me a second chance." Abigail responded, "Not the second, but the third." Nathan replied, "Huh?" Abigail said, "This is the third chance, and it'll be the last. If you leave me again, I'll never forgive you."

My stomach started making noise and I remembered I haven't eaten anything today. So I decided to go to the garden to see if I could get any fruit to eat. I walked slowly, enjoying the evening breeze. This was one of the times when I cleared my head. I sat down under a tree thinking about my mom. She does not stay in the pack house because the whole pack felt that she didn't deserve to. For a long time, my family has been seen as cursed. Even before I got to find my mate nobody wanted to have anything to do with me.

I throw the covers back, ready to run, to find her…Then I see the calendar. The morning after our wedding. My hand freezes on the bedpost, no. I blink…look again but the date hasn't changed. I stumble back. My legs hit the edge of the bed and I collapse onto it, staring at that calendar. Ten years ago. I drag a hand down my face slowly, forcing my breathing to steady. So this is what it is. A second chance. If I am reborn, it means Elara, she's here, before the pills, the divorce and accident. My fingers curl slowly against the sheets.

"Later, I saw you twice more, both times at a banquet. I wanted to thank you, but back then, all your attention was on that woman. "All these years, I worked tirelessly, hoping that one day you would notice me. Connor, I never imagined in my wildest dreams that you would choose me!" I held back my tears and kissed her. At that moment, words were unnecessary. … One day after the wedding, I was practicing golf at home. The butler amused me with the latest gossip. The Chandler family not only revoked Abigail's inheritance rights but also cut all ties with her, hoping to gain the Foster family's forgiveness.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.