The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

Eventually, she latched onto an older, rich man as his mistress. Her luck ran out fast. The guy's wife didn't play. She had Alice disfigured and tossed aside. No money, no safety net. Alice died sick, alone, and forgotten. In just one year, everything flipped. Lucia's life was finally her own. No chains, no shadows. The sky was wide. The sea, endless. And she was just getting started.

Amythest regained her balance and walked over to the window. "How come you didn't tell me about your husband?" In hushed tones, I inquired. She scowled and drew her brows together, as if she didn't understand why I was interested in his husband. She moved away from me and said, "Umm.... he works as a body bulder." I turned around to face her and showed her my biceps once more. Despite the fact that I am not a bodybuilder, I do have abs and biceps. With a thud, she walked into the washroom, rolling her eyes. She shut the door in my face, as though I was invading her personal space. I slapped my face in humiliation and attempted to inquire about her love life.

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

Karen Goodwill immediately turned away, while Becky blushed, feeling embarrassed and awkward. "Do you know what, Karen? Our director just got divorced from his wife. His ex-wife is from the wealthy Joyner family, a prominent lineage. Rumor has it she had an affair." Karen Goodwill swallowed hard, it seemed like everyone in the company was gossiping about Gordon Williams. She feared that one day she might become the subject of their discussions as well. Especially her past. She had been with him like a kept woman. At that time, she didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

When I saw her clearly, my own smile froze. There stood Susie, nervously twisting her hands, eyes red. “It really is you… I thought I’d never see you again in this life…” I looked calmly at the woman who had once caused me unbearable pain. Her fingernails were filled with black dirt, she smelled of rotting fish, and her left leg seemed slightly lame. “Darling, can you take Emma for some ice cream?” I gently told my wife. “I’ll be right there.” After they walked away, Susie finally collapsed onto her knees.

The weight of being his wife, perhaps. It gutted him. Because in that single moment, he understood something that tore him apart. It was right to go through with the annulment. That for the first time in what felt like forever, he had done something good for her. That letting her go, when all he wanted was to selfishly keep her, was the only real act of love he was capable of giving her now. But that truth, however noble it sounded in theory, didn’t stop the selfish ache gnawing at his gut. Because a part of him still longed for her to look at him the way she used to. A part of him still wished she hadn’t moved on so easily.

"Mom, mom, mom! You know that's not entirely true." I thought that after Allison's composure at the party, she would give her a chance. She had managed to impress even our older investors. The new ones who were considering withdrawing their investments and stop partnering with my company had eventually stayed all because of Allison. "She is nothing but bad news. As a child she wasn't even controllable. What makes you think she's any better now?" She pressed on, insisting that Allison was a bad fit for a contract wife. "Think about it, Chris," She was in my face now, so close I could feel the heat of her breath.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Having known so many women like that in his past, it was enough to enrage him. Instead of asking her about the rumors, he simply turned his back on her. Was it the overwhelming sense of betrayal that someone he deemed a close friend would do that to him or the idea his entire family had been duped? He wasn’t sure which stung more, but it led to him drinking more and ignoring her any time she tried to talk to him, not that she tried often. Macey had always been so full of life and laughter when they were kids. But not long after the rumors started, she became pale and quiet. Perhaps the rumors weighed heavier on her than he had thought. It was like she was being eaten up on the inside by them