The Abandoned Wife's Second Chance Novels & Stories

The workers discussed as they exited the room. Once everyone had left, Elara finally made her way into the room. “I didn't know my presence was powerful enough to adjourn a board meeting,” Elara smirked as she walked towards Julian. “I'll do anything just to be with you,” Julian smirked. “Eww,” Elara grimaced. “To what do I then owe this visit from my lovely wife?” He muttered. Julian smirked, “Did you come because you're getting impatient? Perhaps you wanted everyone here to know you're marrying me,” he said, slowly leaning towards her.

How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and

It was then Saravanan (Anika's dad)'s relatives made him marry Anandhi to take care of Advay and Anika. Saravanan initially opposed the idea but later realized that it is not a joke to bring up two kids alone. He could not manage his work and take care of his daughter and the new born baby. Knowing that he could never be good enough for the kids he agreed to the wedding but on one condition. He insisted that the girl he is going to marry should be an infertile girl who cannot bear children of her own. He thought, by doing this, the girl would treat his kids as her own. One way or another, his calculations worked. They found Anandhi from a village in Tirupur who was 32years old by then and wa

“Twenty percent of the company.” “You’re insane.” “Then I want ten percent and a public announcement that I am your future wife.” Elena’s chest tightened. Clara looked directly at her. “Or I release the medical file and the footage. The world will see Evelyn Hart’s daughter as the person who poisoned her. They will see Adrian as the man who abandoned a dying woman. And they will see you two as the center of the biggest financial scandal in the country.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “You don’t have the power to do that.”

“Someone with no scandalous past. So would you like to be my wife? A contract wife for just seven years to put all the rumors to rest.” I looked at him, my heart pounding. I was so happy. I saw it as an opportunity to get close to him, to see him every day, to sleep beside him. Maybe he would finally notice me. Finally see me. “Yes. I don’t mind being your wife,” I said without hesitation. I didn’t even think twice. I didn’t care if it was just a contract. I really wanted to be with him. My first love. He brought out the contract paperwork. I read through the terms and signed it joyfully.

She probed looking fierce suddenly. "I don't understand Abby , you are my wife and…." I was going to say when she had suddenly cut me short. "Your wife????" She giggled as more tears rolled down her eyes. "Last time I checked Jack, you abandoned me in the hospital after collapsing on our wedding day. You disliked me the moment you heard that I won't be Able to give birth as a normal lady should!!" She bellowed as she sobbed softly. "You abandoned my child and I , not knowing what tomorrow holds Jack!" She asserted as she felt shattered within her soul.

“That is no longer a stumbling block for most in the world. Many have tried marriage with two to three partners before they settle on one. Sadly, the divorces are rarely pleasant, and many have children involved.” “Is this other woman going to make an embarrassment of herself by trying to get him back? Or will she change her mind and want her daughter back?” “As far as I’ve found out. The wife decided she preferred a previous partner and returned to him. He didn’t want a ready-made family. So, she abandoned her daughter and husband. She filed for divorce, not him. I can’t tell one way or another whether she could be a problem or not. But I doubt he will be interested in her return after s

She believed this was entirely her operation. “You were watching this building?” she asked carefully. I did not answer, I didn’t need to. Her breathing shifted — subtle and quicker. Not quite fearful. Her calculation was speeding up. “You are not here for him,” she said slowly. Very Clever. “No,” I agreed. Cadwell whimpered faintly behind us. “And yet,” I continued, closing the distance between us, “I find my wife conducting an interrogation in an abandoned house at this hour.” Her jaw tightened at the word wife.

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

It was about arranged marriages, business partnerships disguised as romance, the human cost of treating people like assets. She'd written it the year before we got married. She'd known exactly what our marriage would be, and she'd married me anyway. Because her father was dying and needed the money. Because she'd sacrificed her own happiness for family. Just like I was asking her to do again. My phone rang. Unknown number. "Mr. Ashford?" A woman's voice, professional. "This is Dr. Sarah Chen from Brooklyn Methodist. I'm Nadia Laurent's OB-GYN." My pulse quickened. "Is she alright? The baby"