Novel & Cerita The Neglected Wife Novel

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.”

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

She gave everything, while I gave almost nothing in return. And still, she stayed. Until she couldn’t anymore. Closing the diary, I finally understood what I had lost. Not just a wife, but a woman who had loved me in a way I never deserved. There was no anger left. No confusion. Just the heavy, suffocating weight of realization. This was not a story of betrayal. It was a story of neglect. And the ending had already been written long before I noticed. Now, there was nothing left to fix. Nothing left to fight for.

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

A woman burning from the inside. “…maybe,” I whispered bitterly, “he wants to reopen the already open marriage.” I scoffed. Loudly. Dryly. Disgustedly. Elena Sinclair, the woman with a husband who paraded his pregnant mistress into their home, now being summoned like a child to breakfast. What a joke. I turned toward the closet and started yanking clothes, trying to find something that didn’t scream ‘you just woke up from a wet dream about a man who isn’t your husband.’

This affair did not start a few weeks ago, it's been going on for a year. Not only that, her son who was disabled from the accident got neglected by her husband. Since she died, her husband become a free man and become bolder. He took his mistress home and married her. Her son was not only neglected but schemed and bullied by that mistress. Causing her son to almost lost his life. Watching all of these while she was beside them, made the fury in her heart went deeper. But this situation was not the one that flipped the demon switch.

Actually I'm shy but already wet. "And haven't you read that a good husband is not close to adultery. Dating is close to adultery. Especially those who are married. A married man is stoned to death if he is caught in adultery!" she exclaimed. I shrink. "My stance will not change. I am ready to completely be your wife, as long as you let go of your lover. For God's sake, I don't like you playing with other women while you are screwing me." I was coughing at the words I just heard. This beautiful woman in front of me really can not be deceived.

Left out by mistake, she understood that, left out by accident ,but existing. Having existed for weeks without her knowing. She thought about the bodyguard. The man who had followed her quietly through the streets weeks ago and whom she had lost in a crowd without really thinking about it. She had assumed Michael was controlling, Managing. The contract husband monitoring his contract wife. She lay on Maya's sofa bed and turned that assumption over. And understood slowly, quietly, in the way she understood things that required her to let go of what she had already decided , that controlling and protecting were not always the same thing.

NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. SO, DON'T COMMUNICATE THIS BOOK'S ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. ..... Seven years ago…. Inside the grand bedroom, a small figure was asleep on the bed, it wasn't long before her eyes swung open. She stared blankly at the environment, even though she has spent five years of her life here, it still feels extremely awkward to her. In a Mansion where she was unwanted, and the servants even looked down upon her…. Indeed she was the unwanted wife of the Mansion, she finally realised why she was married into the Mansion in the first place. The man she has always loved and admired secretly all these years, he never even looked her up in the eyes, not even once. Never have she