The Good Wife Gone Bad Novels & Stories

> "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!"

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.