The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

“After he died. She kept building what they started together.” “Yes.” “For fifty years.” “Yes.” Bianca looked at the table. “And then she left it for her son to rebuild after it was corrupted and she left him letters and a ring and a house and she told Patrick to wait for the right person to walk through the door.” She stopped. “She was waiting for him to find someone connected to Thomas.” Kemi exhaled. It was the exhale of someone who had been holding something for thirty seconds that turned out to be much larger than thirty seconds worth of breath.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I held my breath and waited for him to settle again before continuing my mission. But then something fell out of his pocket that immediately caught my attention. I picked it up and I felt the room spin as I realized what it was. A black lace thong. One that definitely wasn't mine. And there was only one way my husband could've gotten another woman's underwear in his pocket. Ethan was cheating on me. And for the first time since he signed the divorce papers, I was sure I was doing the right thing.

We held a press conference two weeks later. Midtown hotel. Conference room packed with reporters. I stood at the podium. Rachel beside me. Sienna holding Sofia in the front row. My hands were shaking. I gripped the sides of the podium to steady them. "My name is Aria Winters. Three months ago, I discovered my husband was a bigamist. An abuser. A criminal. He drugged me for two years without my knowledge. Controlled every aspect of my life. Nearly destroyed me."

Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.

But dominating the wall was a massive prank poster: cartoonish images of shocked husbands, with bold text screaming, "GOTCHA! Wife Auction Prank – For Charity Only! "Below it, details explained: all "dates" were fake donations, wives were safe, and bidders were in on the joke from the start. Charlotte spun to face him, hands gesturing at the poster with a hopeful smile. "See? It was a joke. Natalie planned it all. She told the wives first, and the bidders—the ones who 'won'—they agreed to donate big for the kids' hearts. No real dates. Just a prank on husbands to make them realize how precious their wives are." Her smile widened, eyes sparkling. "You got tricked too! But you paid five millio

Attempting to climb up once more the guards snatched me by the arms and moved back. When my screaming and fighting all went futile I resolved to plead. “Tell me what’s going on, please.” Ava moved out and whispered something to the one heading the wedding. “I'm sorry ma'am but you can't be here? The wedding must go on—-” I snapped, my anger having the best of me.

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Mrs. Viviana." "Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Viviana scoffed. "Lara already told me everything. How you abandoned your own child, left your husband, then went after your superiors to climb the ladder." She looked me up and down. "I dislike women like you most of all. Family is everything. And you threw it away for ambition." I took a breath, holding down the emotion rising in my throat. Lara stood behind Mrs. Viviana with a triumphant smile. She knew exactly what she was doing — choosing a business partner who held family values in the highest regard, then poisoning her view of me before I had a chance to defend myself.

He grabbed her arm again, leading her out and this time, she didn't resist…she was broken. Back inside, the chaos hasn't ended. Grandfather Jonathan’s voice cut through it. “Enough.” The room quieted immediately. “What is going on?” he demanded looking at Damien and Ava. Ava stepped forward, her hands clenched slightly. “My marriage with Adrian…” she began, “…was never what it should have been.” Her voice softened but didn’t break, “And now… I’ve chosen differently.” Marie stood up immediately…Her chair scraped loudly against the floor. “You’re a witch,” she spat.