The Battered Wife Novels & Stories

She ought to have known, really—if you could betray your own wife who picked you up from the gutters and made you who you are, who could ever be safe from you? You must consider women useless objects to discard after use. First, your innocent wife, Marianne, then you betrayed Mildred too. Even Britney isn’t spared. She’s your wife now, yet, right in front of her eyes, you flaunt your mistress, uncaring of her tears. Again, I ask—who the hell do you think you are?" Tony swallowed hard, his defiance crumbling. He lowered his eyes, unable to refute my words. I turned to the officers, giving them a nod. They quickly approached and cuffed him, reading his rights as they began to list his crimes.

I hold my breath as they stop in front of each other, the idiot advances hitting my wife, I scream for her to get out of here, but Diana just stands up again smiling. Attracting the fury of the man who hits his abdomen, driving me crazy to see his small body being hit. “Brother, trust your woman.” The Tip's voice is low and husky. "She's getting beat up, dammit!" - I answer furiously. I try anyway to release my fists, but the chair ends up tipping over, hurting my right shoulder with the fall. If only the chair had broken. She just gets beaten, sir! My wife, I feel the knot in my throat tightening seeing her body suffer from the blows, I preferred to be beaten instead, how can she expose her

“Oh my word!!!Jackson, what are you doing to my pregnant wife?” My husband said, extremely shocked and totally devastated. “Rose, why, Rose, why? How could you do this to me?”My husband felt betrayed as he lifted Jackson from on top of my body and gave him heavy blows all over his face and kicked his body so hard, expressing his uncontrollable anger and rage. Jackson didn’t fight back too, but he tried to fight his way out of his armour as he got the beating of his life.

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

And they repeated the same dance. She was sweating, in a pair of shorts and sports bra, and moving around the boxing ring in their home gym with her ex-mafia husband. She doubted any pregnant woman had gotten it worse than her in history. “I need a break,” she said. “No, we will be done in ten more minutes.” “No pity for your pregnant wife?” She aimed a punch at his neck, but he tucked his chin in. “Wife? I only see my opponent. My opponent who is losing focus.” He punched her arm. She was slow to react, and the blow stung.

Everyone knew Kolade's wife would have thrust a knife into his chest and murdered him in cold blood, one of these days if one of their assignments which had gone horribly wrong courtesy of the dead man, had not. Aside from being an unapologetic cheat, according to rumors spiraling in the Natives, He was also a woman beater who had branded his wife's body with his belt on many occasions and then raped her. But as she watched the woman who was still on the ground, her black gown had ridden up showing the welt of a belt on her leg, a permanent makeup ~ A scar, She couldn't bring herself to blame her for her stellar Oscar-worthy performance. The mourning of her husband was one she had to deliver

He whispered softly, "Where is Mom now? I haven’t seen her in so long… I want to go find her." Where? Dave licked his lips. Wasn’t that woman sleeping in the guest room on the second floor? "She’s in the bedroom..." The words were halfway out of his mouth when he suddenly remembered last night. After he’d rescued Elaine from the taxi driver and sent her to the hospital, the doctors and nurses at that run-down clinic had insisted on labeling her case: Battered Wife! Their conversation was still echoing in his mind. Especially that doctor—he’d analyzed everything so carefully, with every detail sounding reasonable and logical. It made Dave feel as if he was the one who had wronged Elaine.

Her daughter Kira’s voice rang out as she intertwined their hands trying to calm her down. “How can i calm down, this witch infuriates me so much that I just want to slap her.” She said clenching her teeth. Her hand holding on tight to the knife that’s suppose to cut through the bread. Kira looks at her mum and shakes her head. She never understood the drama between her mother and Aunty Roma. She focuses on eating her food. -- Walking into the room, Roma was informed by the maid that her husband left the office. ‘ Thank you’ she said to the maid who in turn bowed down in courtesy before leaving.

Doris rubbed her forehead in distress. "We were actually about to call you," she continued. "I think she was beaten by someone. And we have to find out who did that to her." Ramon couldn't get any more angry. His jaw clenched tightly. His breathing became heavy at his mother's words. If Venus had really returned home with bruises, it meant that the video was likely true. He had seen how James's wife had beaten Venus. He looked at the door as though he could see through it. He hit his hand against the door, "Venus!"

Senna pondered for a moment before answering, "Mrs. Yan, do you even know what the problem is that you think this is just a trivial matter? Besides, why are you meddling in this?" Mrs. Yan looked angrily at Senna. "Of course I have to intervene, because I'm the one who gets the impact too. I just want a peaceful life, so can't you go back to him?" Senna sighed, "I can't give you certainty. Your husband has betrayed you by wanting another woman and violated the principles of the agreement. It's hard for me to accept him, when he might betray me again. Didn't I have a chance to give you a chance with ease?"