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

“Oh please baby, you’ve been lying to him all your life. Your whole marriage is built on a fucking lie” “Shut up Martin, I’m warning you”, Agatha threatened, raising her voice. “I know you don’t believe me pretty boy, but Agatha and I used to be lovers. We were such good fuck bodies. What thing led to another she got pregnant and abandoned me” “Abandoned you? No you got sent to prison because you’re a bloody criminal” Her grinned and moved closer to her gripping her hand tightly and she winced. “Let her go”, I said walking towards them.

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

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.

Her fist lands on his chest again. "Why does my daughter have to feel bad for you in the first place?! You've abandoned us!" "I never abandoned you! You hid yourself away from me!" "And why is that?! That night when you crushed my heart, you've abandoned me as your wife! You've abandoned all the promises you made to be a good and loving husband! Tell me I'm wrong?! So why! Why does Nic even have to feel for you! You never think of her until you saw her! You never felt guilty and sorry for what you've done until you realized you're the only one who had me! Don't even deny that!" One more punch on his chest and her tears fall again.

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.

I want to be completely free. *** Caroline stood at the gate of the mansion she once called 'home'. Her hand held a white envelope with the official stamp of divorce papers. Her breathing was heavy, but her steps were steady as she headed inside and opened the gate slowly. Andrew followed at a distance saying only one sentence before Caroline entered. "I'll wait in the car, as per your orders. But if he touches you, I will go in." "Alright." Caroline smiled briefly and then immediately knocked on the door.

I am still Gracias. But I am no longer the scorned wife. I am no longer the betrayed sister. I am a stranger. With a stranger. In a place where perhaps nothing matters anymore but the present moment. And this man's gaze resting on me, for once, does not hurt.

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.

My fingers trembled against the hem of my skirt. “Of course I did,” he replied. “Did you really think you could get away with it? That you could just come back here and pretend to be someone else and I wouldn’t notice?” “I am someone else,” I replied firmly. It was the truth. I wasn’t the same woman he’d been married to. That woman had died in a fire, and like a phoenix, I’d been reborn, rising out of my own ashes. “Are you now. Hm. You’re just…somebody else. Just like that.”