The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

“Don’t—Don’t touch me, don’t look at me like that. I’m married, Arden, please respect that.” I studied her, refusing to move back again. “Respect what? A marriage where your husband doesn’t even notice when you leave the table?” Her hand flicked her hair backward, biting her lower lips. “Stop it.” “I can’t.” “Arden, you don’t know me anymore.” “Not anymore, “Not yet, but I know what I saw. And I know perfection doesn’t crack unless it’s under real pressure.” I agreed softly. Her fist tightened as no words came. Her lips pressed hard.

“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.”

"If only Ella hadn't trapped me with that 21 billion rupiah, I wouldn't have wanted to be your second wife. It feels like I'm just a lowly woman who..." "Shh, don't say that. I'm sorry I used that method. I just didn't want to take you away from your husband. I didn't want you to run away after finding out how crazy I am for chasing after you, who was already married, while I myself was also married." Evan moved his body away from Ajeng's warm embrace, then rolled over to the side of her and pulled the blanket to cover both of them. As soon as their passionate activity stopped, Evan immediately felt cold.

I ended the call and stood in the empty room in complete silence. My phone rang. My lawyer. "I have a preliminary finding on the shareholder," he said. "The purchases were made through a shell company. It is clean and it is well structured. Whoever set this up did not do it recently." He paused. "Andre, this structure was built years ago. Well before your marriage." I looked at the empty room around me. The empty wardrobe. The made bed. The window that looked out over the garden in the dark. Before the marriage. I said one name out loud in the empty house. It was not Lara's name. It was her father's.

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.

“I know you have a lot of questions in your head, but you have always been the love of my life. I never loved Nina and evidently she never cared about me at all.” “She only considered me as a business deal and when everything didn’t turn out to the way they expected, they all abandoned me, but I know you have the kindest heart ever and you can never be that heartless to me. Please give me another chance, I swear I will never fail you.” “Even if I wished to overlook everything, but I am now a married woman and I belong to someone else. How can I be able to help you? You had your chance but you wasted it because of your love of money. Now tell me again, what did you gain from all this?”

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 wasn't what they were looking for. The blow was devastating. She spent the rest of the day in a haze of self-pity, the reality of her new life a heavy, suffocating blanket. She had given up everything—her family, her best friend, her future as she had imagined it—for love. But now, without a job and with Dante struggling to provide, that love felt less like a fortress and more like a flimsy shelter against a coming storm. Meanwhile, a world away from the city, Bill and Sarah were settling into their new roles at the Wayne's sprawling estate. Bill, in his former position as butler, moved through the magnificent house with a quiet efficiency, his mind always working, always planning.

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.”