Novel & Cerita The Neglected Wife Novel

But she didn't allow that bother her too much because she was soon thinking that it was of no concern of hers. Then it occured to her with a start that it had been a while since Clive had asked her to sleep with him. And again, she wondered if he knew what she had been up to. She didn't want anything to tamper with her fun but she also could not deny the fact that Clive was her husband and though he had neglected her, she could at least pretend to fulfill her wifely duties. She knew she had neglected them for sometime in her rebellion. So she wore a very flimsy night gown and kept moving around in their room, hoping to seduce him but he seemed not to be moved. She then went to lie beside him

'Oh Mr Ace thank God you are here, I was just trying to be nice to the miss over here but she just slapped me saying I -' 'That's not true, this slut is the one who was insulting me, saying that she was yours and that I was your little one night stand listen here you little maid I am his WIFE get it HIS!' I could feel myself shaking with anger, when I got a good look at her I saw her face becoming pale yeah thats right bitch his mine. Only what Ace did next left me in shock. 'Please excuse us Jaimee I need to have a chat with my wife.' he says while holding on to her consoling her instead of consoling me his wife.

For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect. It’s the kind that stays. The kind that fights. The kind that waits. From my pen to your heart. Thank you for trusting me with your time, your tears, and your hope. Always writing for you ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Copyright & Disclaimer © Ernest Brooks. All rights reserved. The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), real-life events, or experiences is purely coin

"Stop kidding yourself! We got married because of a promise, not love. I thought Elliot couldn't accept you. Turns out, you're the one who couldn't accept him. This is the only way to make it right." Seeing Randall about to lose everything, his parents softened. "For the sake of all these years as a family, forgive him this once. Please." "Yeah, he really does love you." Olivia looked at them, and for a brief second, she thought of Elliot's mom. She had once promised that woman she would take care of Elliot for the rest of her life. She had called her "Mom" and meant it. In the end, she was the one who got her killed. Olivia's voice turned colder. "That's enough. I'm divorcing him. He doesn'

> "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

I wore a simple black dress and dark sunglasses, feeling more like a spy than a wife as I stepped into the elegant waiting area. Attorney Margaret Kline was a sharp, no-nonsense woman in her late fifties with silver-streaked hair and a reputation for protecting wealthy women in difficult marriages. She listened carefully as I laid out the situation — the emotional neglect, the growing distance, Natasha’s presence, the suspicious financial transfers I had discovered, and the blank divorce papers.

“I think Loren would be able to convince him. Right, darling?” “You mean....?” My stomach churned. I know how horrible this family was, and I could no longer bear with it. I pushed my plates away. That caught their attention. “I’m already full.” I said meekly. Dreading what would come next, I hangs my head low, but when I heard nothing a breathe of relief slip past from my lips and I was ready to go. Like always, I was the neglected wife—battered, abused and ignored by my very own spouse.

another pressed, coming close with his little microphone. The large camera in my face, recording my grief, distorted my features, and I didn’t recognize myself as I stared blankly into the lens. “Alice! Alice, tell us, please, when did you and your husband split up? Before you got pregnant?” “Is the baby a Neighley?” a woman asked, her eyes desperate for an answer. “How long were you lying to your grandfather? Did he know the baby wasn’t David’s?” “What about your career? Are you still working for Sidley Austin on the Neighley case? Can you tell us anything about the charges?”

"Rosa hasn't left his side for three days. If that's not real love, what is?" "Real love? His wife just had a miscarriage and walked out. Now the mistress is playing nurse." "Word is he woke up and asked, 'Where's my wife?' Rosa started crying on the spot." "Good. Should have thought about that before." I turned off the phone. The screen went dark. Outside, the city breathed quietly. A million lights. None of them mine. For the first time, that felt like a blessing.

At that moment, Nico Costa appeared in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes as he hurried over. An agitated Dante grabbed him by the collar. "Where's my wife? Where did she go? Have you seen her?" Nico looked bewildered. "Isn't the madam in her room? Where else would she be?" Even the household staff knew I had no other family in Luncy and no close friends either. Apart from Dante, I had virtually no social circle of my own.