The Battered Wife Novels & Stories

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? Uncle Matt concocted lies about her. He used my amnesia to manipulate me into believing my wife cheated on me. He’s now serving time in jail. Do you want to join him?” Britney’s eyes widened in shock. She backed away from me with disbelieving eyes. “You are a b*stard!” she cried. I crossed my arms over my chest. “And what should l call you? B*tch?” Without missing a beat, Britney shoved the hands that held her. Then, she rushed toward me. Her hand flew to my face and slapped me hard when it connected to my skin. I did not expect her attack, and I almost lost balance because she put all her weight on that one blow.

She had held a wedding with someone else first, and she had even injured me. I demanded that she leave with nothing. In the end, the judge awarded me sixty percent. Part of the balance had to be left for her parents' living expenses. It did not matter. All I wanted was to see her suffer. A rotten person like her naturally got what she deserved in the end. After her scandal spread, her company suffered too, and growth became harder. Margaret eventually acquired the company. She simply looked at Sinead, her eyes full of contempt. No matter how angry Sinead was, she had already lost her pride.

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

he said, his voice low, "but I am going to say this once. Stay away from my wife. Whatever you think is happening here — parading yourself around a married woman like it is acceptable — you should be ashamed of yourself." I looked at him. "Last I heard, your wife served you divorce papers. So I am not sure what claim you think you are working with." His jaw tightened. "That is between—" "She packed a bag," I said, cutting across him. "She walked out. Those are not the actions of a woman who wants her husband showing up in her workplace demanding office space." I held his gaze. "I am going to say something and I need you to hear it clearly. I do not know what you are trying to accomplish by i

The stranger is her stepsister's man. "No.. I was.., I was…" She stuttered and in a blink, they were already on top of her, beating her mercilessly without minding how pale and thin she looked. "I swear, I was not in my right state of mind!!" Ava screamed as the whole part of her body stung. "You bloody liar, how dare you!" Vivian seethed in rage, hitting her with all stuffs she got to lay her hands upon. "You're nothing but a shameless whore, just like your mother!" Vivian added, slapping her continuously

My legs gave out, and I found myself on the floor beside the bed, staring up at my wife's lifeless face. I'd killed her. The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave. I'd forced her into a procedure she'd begged me not to do. I'd slapped her when she tried to explain. I'd dragged her here against her will and strapped her to a table and demanded she sacrifice herself for another woman. And she'd died doing exactly what I'd forced her to do. "Mama!" Theo was sobbing now, his small hands clutching at Bianca's still arm. "Mama, please! Please wake up! I didn't mean it! I love you! I love you!"

"It's all her! This stupid bitch did it all!" Bloodshot and manic, Mark started punching and kicking Brenda like a madman. "I didn't know who you were! She got greedy and wanted to steal your garden!" Brenda shrieked as the sudden blows rained down on her. "Mark! Are you crazy? I'm your wife!" "Wife? You toxic cunt, you just got me killed!" Mark grabbed her hair and slammed her face into the wall. Blood splattered instantly. "I have nothing to do with you! I don't even know you!"

he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Haven't you?" she challenged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What about the promise of autonomy? What about the promise of independence? What about the promise that I could have my own life, my own career, my own identity? Was that all just a lie, too?" "Your identity is not incompatible with your role as my wife," he countered, his voice rising. "You are the one who is making it incompatible. You are the one who is pushing the boundaries, testing the limits, trying to see how much you can get away with."

“Where were you when that Russian bitch was beating the hell out of her? Why didn't you stand up like the man you claim that you are? You're nothing. She made a mistake marrying you and I'm trying to fix that.” I knew he was a bastard from the first day he came up to us because of the way he was looking at her. I didn't want to put mind to it because I knew how much of an attractive woman she was but when I found out that he was married too, I couldnt imagine how sad his wife might be to see that she was the one who made a mistake. He looked over my shoulder and smiled. “Hey beautiful. Seems like you sent this wimp to fight for you.”

Justin spat, wiping the back of his hand across his bloody lip and lunging at me. His fist caught the side of my face, and pain exploded across my cheek. Ducking under his next hit, I slammed my shoulder into his gut and began to hit his ribs over and over, listening to see if I could hear one breaking over the yelling in the room. He dropped his weight, going limp as he began coughing violently, but I held onto his shirt as I stood over him. “You beat your wife.” My voice sounded strange even to my ears, but there was nothing I could do about that. I was being controlled by demons I didn’t even realize I was carrying. “And then you hit the mother of your child.”