The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

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. *****

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

"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 -"

"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-

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

They knew me as their boss's wife, but today, there was something different in their gazes. "Good morning" "Good morning, Madam," they chorused in response. But as I made my way through the elevator, their uneasy stares followed me. Their smiles seemed strained. I ignored their behaviors until I caught snippets of whispered conversations that sent a chill down my spine. “She’s so pitiful, don’t you think? She has no idea what her husband is doing,” one voice murmured, followed by another adding, “Maybe the rumors about her being a bitch are true. That’s why our boss can’t stand her anymore.”

Mostly so she didn’t completely unman me, the harpy. “Aw, the lovebirds are playing footsie,” crooned Kate, her chin in her hands. “You’re so adorable.” After dinner, Mrs. Wright took me aside, her wrists jangling from all her bracelets. “Don’t let George upset you. He’s all bark and no bite. He’s just mad that he paid so much for Mari’s wedding to David and look what happened there.” She winced. “Oh, I shouldn’t have mentioned He Who Should Not Be Named. Especially not to Mari’s new husband.”

"Sir, please! Mrs. Costello has just lost her child and has been running a fever. You'll only push her over the edge like this!" "Get out of the way!" Then, he turned to me, shouting, "Last warning—apologize to Emily!" I raised my head defiantly and glared into his eyes. "The biggest regret of my life was falling in love with you and marrying you, William!" After those words, the gun slipped from William's hand. He suddenly remembered I was his wife, the woman he had sworn to love forever. However, to cover up his lies, he had to continue his act in front of me despite his guilt. He ordered, "Lock her in the basement. No food or water until she apologizes!"