The Cherished Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Forced Marriage: mommy Needs To Work Hard chapter 83 annoying Husband Eric's eyebrows narrowed and he asked, "Why do I need to find another woman? You are my wife and you have hold right." Saying this, he bent his body over Jasmine. Holding out his hands, she chided, “Mr. Varghese, if you think that after marrying a woman, she just becomes your favorite toy, then you are wrong and no matter how powerful you are, I am not afraid of you."

"Your punishment is already served. The woman who truly loved you, is dead. Your second wife is in jail. Your favourite daughter is mentally deranged! You have... No one-" Quickly, he shoots his head up, "No, that's not right. I have you, Evelyn. We can start over. Come home with Peter. It'll be just us. Your marriage was a stupid one. Your husband doesn't love you,you can come home-" "Keep my husband's name out of your mouth! That man has done more for me than you ever could in your miserable life!" She yelled, a fresh anger flowing through her veins!

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

She forgave me for running away, trusted me with her daughter, and started a company with me where we respect each other. She's beautiful, Lucas said, handing me a tissue without making me feel bad about crying. She's everything, I said back. I couldn't look away from her. She was about to be my wife for the second time, but this time, we were equal. We knew how to love each other right. Bella walked toward me, smiling bigger with every step. Her eyes were on mine, which said we were going to be good this time because we were different people. We knew how to love.

Why hasn't she croaked yet? I looked at the woman who once swore to spend her life with me, and now she showed this side of herself to another man. Over the past two years, I pulled every string I had for her sake. I handed over a dedicated oil supply line from Prince Khalid to the Wynter family for free. I even drank myself to the point of a bleeding ulcer to secure the Valdoria Monarchy's jewelry distribution rights for her. "Cassie, are you sure you want to burn this bridge with me?"

Vanessa’s photograph appeared. Beautiful. Confident. And perfectly suited to become the wife of an elite family. “Vanessa Clarke.” Sebastian let out a quiet laugh. “Or soon-to-be Vanessa Ashcroft.” Adele studied several articles about the woman. A modest background. A rapidly rising career. And a relationship far too close to Leonard long before the divorce happened. “This woman is smart,” Adele murmured quietly. “Very.” “Ambitious.” “And patient enough to wait.” Adele slowly closed the folder.

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.