The Battered Wife Novels & Stories

She was abused, beaten, looked down on, and humiliated—yet she endured it all without resistance. They were the wealthy ones, the ones who gave orders she had no choice but to follow. Even after she married into wealth herself, she was still a nobody. But the tables had just turned. She hadn’t even begun to repay them for the humiliation they had put her through, turning her daughter against her, and yet they were already planning to get rid of her. But what if she decided to fight back?

"What happened to you Hazel? Are you hurt badly?" "Pssttt! Don't make a fuss Stacey." Obviously Hazel didn't want to cause a commotion in the morning and end up being the center of attention. Although not many people were awake yet, the loud voice of Stacey, the butler of the main house, was enough to wake everyone up from their rooms. "I'm not hurt, I'll explain after this, yes. I'll go change first," Hazel continued, giving Stacey a warm look. A look that meant she was indeed fine.

She rushed in immediately, standing obediently with her head lowered and hands folded. “Ma’am,” she said softly. Victor employed Mary as my maid. Even so, I treated her like my own sister. I bought her clothes and sanitary supplies whenever she needed them. “Mary,” I said quietly, my voice trembling slightly, “ever since you started working for me… have I ever treated you badly?” “No, ma’am.” “Then tell me why my husband’s mistress was sitting beside me on my bed while I was asleep. You were standing there, and you didn’t even wake me up!”

(trigger warnings: mentions of domestic abuse and violence) Grace was being beaten on a regular basis. She was a shell of herself. Life had become a hellish prison, a dungeon she was trapped in. She wanted to leave, but she was terrified of the man who used to be her husband. She stopped going out as much, making excuses for both of them. When the affair started, she was grateful. His attention was being placed on his new girlfriend rather than on her.

Slap! I looked at her, daring her to call me a bitch again. She, however, did not. She was surprised, and I took the opportunity to tell her how pathetic she was, not that I was any better. No, I wasn’t. I took my time and saw Catalina standing right there, staring at me—a woman who has never been a mother to me. Then I looked at Martha. I almost dashed over to hug her and cry my heart out. But then, if I have to win this, I will have to use the wife title. Anything for my children.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

Billy collapsed, groaning. Aaron grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him back up. “Who are you?” Billy gasped. “And what is this slut to you?” Aaron’s eyes darkened. That earned Billy another punch, even harder than the last. “Who I am doesn’t matter,” he growled. “But her?” He looked at me. “She’s my wife. You don’t look at her. You don’t talk to her. And you sure as hell don’t touch her.”

Norely deserves to die having her fecal media invaded in the worst possible ways, it will show you how my wife felt every time your son abused her and how she also felt when she was bullied by him. "You will have children, Mauricio. And their fate will not be good with a bastard father like you." - He was trying, he was drawing strength from where he no longer had it, and he kept spitting. When I went to answer him, I heard my wife's calm and slow voice. "Hi honey, it's been a long time!" - She was dressed in black clothes, with a jacket covering her arms. In her hands she held a cattle brand, along with a blowtorch. She shouldn't be here.

"Davy, you scumbag!" Davy's face instantly turned pale at this roar. Stiffening, he turned to face his wife's furious expression, and his heart felt like it was about to stop. "Darling, you've misunderstood. I..." He wanted to explain. "Misunderstood? Haha..." His wife, no longer deceived, went straight into action. The two struggled, but throughout, it was Davy who took the beating. Although his wife's appearance was average, her fighting skills were not bad, and she had Davy fleeing with his head in his hands.

At that moment as well, I saw that Mr Ferrell is also fighting together with my mom and dad. I was then about to shoot another enemy when I heard Trever called out to my attention. “Cypher your wife!” that is what he said which made me immediately turn my head to look for my wife and there I saw here in the middle of the altar. She is already lifeless a while ago but she is even more lifeless now, but there is something that is notable from her, and that is the fact that her cheeks are bleeding right now and she even has a wound on her shoulders and the blood is dripping on her wedding dress.