The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

stabbing me to death mercilessly? How am I supposed to believe I'm your wife when you never treated me like one? You kept me hidden behind the curtains from society even from your own self just like you keep hidden your dirty secrets! Your actions never made me see myself as your wife! The way you always hid me or better say avoided any kind of interaction with me in public was obvious to me what I was actually to you. Hahaha... Wife! Mrs. Wright! Hahaha... I wonder what your family will do to me because I doubt receiving any good treatment from them so does my child! I will never forgive you Mr. Wright for this! Your action this time going to hurt not only me but my son too. God forbid any

Agatha All through the car ride to Natalia’s school, I remained quiet while the soft music continued to play in the background and Natalia continued to work in her coloring book. I may not show it often, I may appear to be strong, but I only just hide my vulnerability through anger. I only just try to show people that I wasn’t affected by going off on everybody. I turn a blind eye to the littlest things because I say it doesn’t affect me. I try not to be remorseful because when you appear to be weak, people will take you for granted. And I didn’t want to be taken for granted. But it appears that after my many years of putting on an act, I was still as easily disposable to Lennox as I was the

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

Her breathing was extremely paced, she was either fidgeting with her necklace, or her fingers. And all I just had to do was to chase all of that away. The guilt, the shame she wore and made her my wife. “Betrayal could be the solution to your deadly problems. The ones that make it difficult to sleep at night,” I replied as I took wide strides to the safe in the middle of the mansion. I had a lot of it, and I was ready to let go of one of the things in the one I opened. I dragged out the briefcase, “This is the documents you’ll get to keep. I don’t want to be bothered about how your are going to survive with such a number of documents.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I just drowned in the juice. Well, you're right, no wife will allow their husband to be robbed. But we also can't say that others are rich who are having an affair or committing a mistake." "I agree, there are so many people doing it now. Choosing other women than their own family and some women choose to be mistresses." I agree. We talked until we finished eating and went around. Even though we have only just met, she is kind and sociable. Jhazzy POV I didn't expect Thunder's wife and me to cross paths, I came one day that destiny was with me. She trusts me so easily. What could Thunder like about her is that she can't seem to break dishes.

The three hundred page book and makeup are still inside, but her chocolates and money is not. “Well, at least they did not take my book.” Natalia says grumpily and walks back home, - Natalia let’s herself into the mansion and walks walks straight up into room she shares with Noah. “I don’t know, we could hangout Thursday evening. I’d be free.” She hears Noah saying from inside. Apparently, he is not aware of the fact that that she had come in minutes ago. “My wife, uh. I don’t know, don’t want her breathing down my neck or anything.” Natalia heard her husband sigh as she gets closer.

“Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.” She laughed. Oh! She had been a fool. What had she been thinking when she picked a wretched grape farmer boy and dusted him, dressed him to become a CEO of a company she had sold almost half her soul to build? What had she expected? She looked into the mirror and winced. Who was this haggard old woman that stared back at her? How had she been reduced to this? How? “I have transferred all your assets and cars to Selena. It's right that she has them all since you made her lose the most precious thing in her life. The

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful? That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

The knot of pain in my chest slowly eased into numbness, and eventually, a quiet sense of acceptance settled in. In my last life, when I married Nathaniel, I'd made almost everything with my own hands. He insisted on keeping things simple, and aside from a cheap bottle of face cream, he didn't buy me anything. Yet now, he was generous with Catherine. "Oh, by the way, Nathaniel said we're going to have a wedding banquet, too." Her eyes gleamed with pride as she whispered, "These are all things you never had." I remained quiet, though my hands dug into the chair until the wood creaked.

“Leaving your wife alone often.” “I handle things,” I said gently before my husband could respond. “I have my own routines.” His grandfather’s gaze sharpened. “Do you?” “Yes.” The table went quiet. Then he nodded once. “Good. A woman who disappears for her husband is never respected. Not by society. Not by family.” My husband’s fingers tightened around his glass. Later, as dessert was served, his grandfather leaned back in his chair. “Take her out tonight. Let people see her.”