The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

The wife visited the abandoned son in the orphanage and promised him that he would never get to experience any love from her or anyone. When the woman finally died, the son brought the abandoned son back home. By then, the second son was already twenty. Now get this,” George paused before he continued. “The second son had left the orphanage by then and he met a woman in the tool shop where he worked. He liked her from the start and he became her friend for that very purpose. However, when the first son came to bring the second son home, he met the woman and it was love at first sight for the first son.

"Wife of the late billionaire Emmette Nash. I ran away with my lover after my husband died. He's a murderer, and I want nothing to do with him. I renounce every share, every property my husband left me, and I want them transferred to Abigail De Ronte, the rightful owner of Nash Corps." Her hollow tone and the rehearsed words sent a chill racing down my spine. Before I could blink, the phone was snatched away, the video gone. Abigail’s entourage tucked it out of sight as if erasing the evidence from existence. "You already have everything settled then. I should take my—" I turned again, only to find the men closing in, their bodies forming a wall. They crowded together, herding me backward un

I ask as calmly as I can, even though I'm not feeling calm in any single way. She hisses and begins to walk away, my first intent is to grab her and give her the beating of a lifetime but the words she utters stops me in my tracks. "No wonder her husband needs a second wife. She has taken all of his luck and used it all as hers." I find a chair, right there in the lobby and sit my shaking body in it. I knew one day would come that Abdul would take a second wife, but I didn't think it would happen without a single notice to me.

You acknowledge that, don't you? Ellie did not want to admit it, but faced with the undeniable truth, she chose to stay silent. Abigail continued, "You've been abandoned by Archie. With how things are going, the chances of you marrying into a wealthy family are slim. "Could you imagine marrying a financially struggling man, earning just a few thousand dollars a month, and unable to indulge in any luxury?" Ellie shook her head vigorously. Abigail started revealing her true purpose. "There's an excellent opportunity in front of you now. It not only helps to rescue the Tuffin family but also offers you the chance to regain a prosperous lifestyle. Are you up for it?"

He was not even married, so what did Theo mean by 'wife'? Besides, he had never given up on his children at all! "Are you trying to say that I'm wrong?" Theo sneered as though he could see through Jim's thoughts. "Well, the truth is, you proposed to Bonnie before you lost your memories, and you never even gave your son and daughter so much as a glance before they flew back. Also—" He snickered and added, "The child that Bonnie aborted belonged to you as well, and you were the reason that Bonnie had gone through the abortion in the first place, so how can you deny that?"

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.

I know she's mine and I want to be there for her, for the both of you. I tossed the phone across the bed and pressed the heels of my palms into my eyes, willing the ache to go away. But my mind had already gone rogue, flipping through old pages I didn’t want to revisit—his broken promises, the way he’d abandoned me when I needed him most, how cold his eyes had been the day he walked out. That man wanted a second chance? A chance at what, exactly? I spent the rest of the morning attending to Abigail, cleaning, Scrubbing counters, folding laundry that didn’t need folding, wiping down windows I hadn’t looked through in weeks. Anything to avoid the weight of his words and the silence after them.

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.