The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

The room fell into dead silence, broken only by my ragged gasps. He sighed. "You don't have to do this. I've already told you—you're still my wife. There's no reason to invent lies about her." He pulled out his phone. The screen lit up with our wedding photo from years ago. I snatched it from his hand and smashed it onto the floor. "Take a good look at this face of mine." I pointed at myself. "Does it look anything like your wife?" I shoved him away and practically screamed, "Get out! All of you, get out!"

Like saying it would make it too real again. “He married her. Took her money. Turned her against her family. He used her to drain her family .... Bit by bit, he chipped away at her world until there was nothing left but him, the saviour and the problem all at once.” He paused. “She didn’t even realise what was happening until it was too late.” I swallowed hard. “What happened to her?” “She broke,” he said simply. “And then she disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally. Spiritually. The woman who raised me, was... she was gone before I was even born.”

begged, but she was already turning away as she reached to change back into her bloody clothes. She didn’t tell him to turn away but she knew he did through the corner of my eyes and she let out sigh of relief as she adjusted the last bit of her buttons. “I’m done,” she repeated, “So sit down here and don’t follow me. Don’t hold my hand back. I just want to remember the good memories we had so don’t let it turn messy, okay. You’ll live, Nathan Rossi. In a few months, y-you most likely won’t remember how I smell or look like. It’s best for both of us to part ways. It’s best for me to be alone and fix my issues with my sister and it’s best for your perfect family not not have a messed up da

"Your Honor, we were acting on the information provided by our client—" "Silence," Judge Abernathy snaps, her voice cutting through the room like a blade. She turns her gaze directly onto Mark. "The evidence submitted by Pierre is indisputable. Not only did you systematically pay off your own employee, Gideon, to illegally stalk your wife and manipulate photographs to create a fraudulent narrative, but we have a signed, notarized confession from Violetta’s own mother detailing a long-standing affair funded directly by the marital estate."

She then poured a glass of red wine and gave it to him. “I am going to bed now,” she said, excusing herself. Being in the presence of one that despised her was worse than the slap that she had received earlier. “Sit down. Do you expect me to eat alone?” he ordered. He loathed this woman but still did not understand why he wanted her next to him. After leisurely taking his meal, he pushed the plate aside. Truth be told his wife’s cooking was always way better than his girlfriend’s. “Have you already written your resignation letter? I want you to acompany mother to a function tomorrow.” Of course, he assumed that she was going to do what he says.

I pulled out my phone and snapped pictures of everything, my heart pounding violently against my ribs. I needed proof. Because when I finally confronted these parasites who had been feeding off my marriage, my trust, I needed the truth to speak louder than their lies. I returned everything exactly the way I found it. Then I walked out of his office.

It was a ghost from her past, haunting her in ways she had never expected. She needed money, but that wasn’t the real issue. There was something deeper, something only Caleb knew, that drove her forward. “I’ve endured this for so long. Four years since you buried Robert’s good wife. But she’s gone now. The good wife of the man who repeatedly betrayed me with Jane is gone. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be Jane?” she whispered bitterly into the silence, her voice tinged with resentment. *****

"What my wife doesn't know, won't hurt her." I glared at him but he didn't look appalled, disbelief settling over me that a man like him could even exist. "What kind of person are you? You have no respect for anyone or any idea of when you're overstepping your boundaries. People might think you're a high-class man but you're ​nothing more than a pig!" He stared at me blankly before going over to the balcony and leaning against a rail. "You're one to be talking about respect, a woman with no dignity or class who is only here because she caught the eye of the boss's son and got married for money. You know, where I come from, the word they have for a girl like you is a -"

A few hours later, it was all on the news: “Sinclair Stone is a heartless man, he treated his wife badly and didn't care about his mother till it was her last moments on earth.” This was what the news was about: the years he had kept me inside the house and ignored my existence, cheated on me, and broken my heart. And his mother longs for her son so much that she had to force her way into his house and use her terminal illness to get him to let her stay. It wasn't a highly guarded secret; Sinclair only cared about people's opinions when it affected the company, so anyone who observed enough or a snitch worker at the mansion could have leaked it out to the press. We made sure to tell enough t

"This isn't going to have a happy ending, is it Kelly?" "I don't know, honey... Discovery is sometimes a very violent and painful revelation." She glared at me, gritting her teeth. I wasn't trying to be funny, I was just being me. The nervous what-the-hell-am-I-supposed-to-do me. Fearing the woman and the power of her husband in death, their bodies were hidden; amidst a heinous deed needed burying. The Good Wife Muldoon was herself with child, that of the Reverend Parsons. The child, believed seven months along, was removed from her womb as a prelude to her execution at the stake for witchery. Her consummation in flames would hide the foul deed perpetrated by the heathenish act of ungodly-