The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

"Mr. Graham, we haven't found Ms. Lamb yet. But early that morning, after she returned from her assignment, she went to the courthouse." Something inside Doug snapped. He grabbed the tablet and replayed the footage over and over. There she was, covered in injuries, holding the marriage certificate and the divorce papers, trying to end their marriage. In the end, she was told the certificate was fake, that everything she had believed in and every bit of love she had given meant nothing. For the first time, real regret hit Doug. He had always thought he had everything under control. Now, it had blown up in his face.

Love never led us, money did, fame did and hate. “Why are you being so generous?” she questioned with a slightly less tormenting voice. “My wife seems to like her mother-in-law a lot and I’m sure she would want me to treat her better too,” I responded honestly knowing that it would make her smile. “I made the right choice, didn’t I?” I could tell she had a smirk on her face and at that point, I really wanted to roll my eyes at how it turned out. She manipulated us both to get us together and get the properties she wanted, and in all, I thought I would hate her for it and she would regret what she had done. Yet she won. But the problem was, I could not tell if it was a good thing or a bad thi

Johan shook his head, very unhappy about getting divorce papers from Caroline. "Johan-" Victoria snapped. "I said no! We can talk about this. You're still my wife, Caroline. Do you think it's over just because of a piece of paper?" Johan grabbed one of Caroline's wrists. "Just sign it, Johan." Victoria stepped forward and snatched the envelope from Caroline's hand. "She finally realized that she doesn't belong in this family." "I'm done. Sign or not, I'm leaving," Caroline said firmly. "I no longer belong to you, Johan."

"Mr. Gilbert, I want to try for that women's federation job," I said. The village head, Mason Gilbert, sounded surprised over the phone. "Gisselle, are you sure? Life in the village isn't like the military base. Wouldn't it be better for you and Darryl to stay there with Kyson instead?" It would be better. Aside from the fact that my husband, Kyson Hale, wouldn't let our son call him "dad", everything was perfect.

"Did Jared arrive? Jared Sinclair. I sent him here. Has he arrived? Has he settled in? He better have come already; I'm not in the mood to waste time. Important matters always come first, and I hope he gives this priority. It has to be done." "Yes, sir. He arrived late." "And my wife?," the word seemed very strange, very ridiculous to call her that. "Has she deigned to get out of bed or eat? It seems like she wants to starve herself. Is that the best way she sees to end her pathetic life? Everything about that woman is very pathetic." "She went out this afternoon with the young man you sent, went shopping for some clothes, and now she's in the dining room, about to have dinner."

Three months ago, my husband, Second Lieutenant Daniel Hawthorne, and his older brother, Thomas, were deployed to the front. A month later, only Daniel came back. Thomas was dead. In a time like this—when cities burned overnight and lives disappeared without warning—a widow had no ground to stand on. Eleanor, Thomas’s wife, unraveled quickly. She cried until her voice broke, starved herself, wandered at night as if hoping the war might take her too. She tried to end her life.

“The woman at the front desk, you’re fucking her, right? If you really want to make this right, then why do you still have the audacity to bring her again and fuck her at the house I lived, Jack?” “That’s not true.” “I have pictures, and that woman was more than willing to share your fair share of escapades. My self-esteem’s at its lowest and I’ve been asking myself, on top of the many questions I have already, why did my husband cheat? Is it because I don’t look beautiful enough? Am I not sexy enough? Do I bore him already?” “No. That’s not true.” Jack attempted to go near Hyacinth. She raised her hand to stop him.

that was too fast for Mark to process he was was dumbfounded by what Lillian said. Lillian had already gone in to the elevator before Mark got over the shock, he wasn’t expecting her to get married anytime and now the wedding was just tomorrow. Mark thought drifted to the Man he met at the restaurant Could he be the one marrying the Lady-boss. Well he has no choice but to listen to his boss. He bade Phil Good night and went to the parking getting there he entered his Ford Fiesta and drove to his condo which was just 30 minutes drive away. ____

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

After what felt like forever we hear the study open and Ace's dad exits first and he looked so angry, I guess Ace dropped the bombshell on him. " let's go." he says to his wife and daughter. They looked so confused. " but why?" mrs Anderson asks. " Let's just go" he didn't wait for her to reply he just walked away. His mother looked at him then decided to follow suit along with his sister but not before giving me one last evil look. I look back at Ace confused and i have so many questions but i stop myself from asking those questions after all its not like im going to get an answer if i asked. So i just shaked my head and i walked towards the dinner table to finish off my now cold dinner. **