The Invisible Wife Turned Savage Novels & Stories

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

And I don't recognize myself. Disheveled hair. Red eyes with deep dark circles. I look like a stranger. A stranger who has been soiled. Disfigured by blows of indifference and betrayal. I walk past our bedroom. The door is ajar. I glance in. My sister sleeps, naked, on top of my husband. He still wears his wedding ring. She still has my perfume on her skin. They sleep. They almost laugh in their sleep. They are so peaceful. And I am the ghost.

He had seen it before, many years ago, in a man who wore a crown and called what he felt devotion. His father had looked at his mother that way. Not with tenderness. With need. The consuming kind, the kind that devoured the object it fixated on until the object chose annihilation over another year of being possessed. Aaron Ashbourne had forced the turn on his human wife because he could not accept that she would age, weaken, and leave him. He called it preservation. She called it a cage. She walked into the sunlight twenty years later and did not look back. Elias had killed his father for that.

Him and Scarlett were just putting on a facade of husband and wife and none of them would care what the other did, but still, Amara's words weren't just insulting, they were also disgusting. She was suggesting that even if they were real husband and wife, Scarlett should go out and cheat on him for business.

When I saw that they were inside, my eyes did not leave this man. “You should realize that you don’t deserve Sandra.” I scoffed. “And you think you do? A stalker like you?” I stepped forward and grabbed his collar. “You might have already gone crazy.” He lunged toward my face, and I quickly punched him in return. I was completely consumed by anger. This bastard’s actions couldn’t simply be ignored. He might do something to Cassandra. So I kicked his stomach, forcing him to step back. “Sandra and I were never divorced. She is my wife,” I told him, hoping he would finally come to his senses.

Every single day, I begged silently for just one glance from my husband. A few days ago, we attended a high-profile gala together. Dominic barely acknowledged me. He spent the entire evening with his business partners. Then, halfway through the event, he disappeared. With Natalia. His phone was switched off. I stood there alone, smiling stiffly at strangers, before finally returning to the mansion with his driver. I felt like trash—something he planned to throw away once he was bored. Marriage hadn’t changed my life. It had destroyed it. I had believed I could soften his hatred. Maybe even win his heart.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

I would never have done all this I decided to reconsider I apologized for my characters and started becoming nice And..I fell for my husband I fell in love with him.. I don't want a divorce any longer I know he likes me But I'm going to make him confess himself. I'll use bait for him..he won't be able to hide his feelings any longer. He would get to love me and we would just be like R&B .. *Knock knock* I knocked on his door. The door opened slowly "Violet? What are you doing at this time of the night?"he asked.

“How did you meet your wife?” Savage breaks into gales of laughter at my question, making Reaper give him a heated glare. “Do you want to know how he met his wife? Well, Reaper’s wife, Jade, walked up to him in the street and kissed him.” Reaper’s glare disappears to be replaced with a smile. “Oh, yeah. It was definitely surprising.” Savage chuckles. “My story was not as amusing. Sophia’s father married my mother, and we got together after I found her lounging naked in a pool with her ex.”

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.