Novel & Cerita The Neglected Wife Novel

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.

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.’

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?"

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.

" Hearing this, Mary and Natasha looked at each other and quickly went downstairs. Author's Note Dear readers, Please check out my new book "Raising From Ashes Forgiveness Too Late Ex-husband" I hope you will like my new book. Hope you see you all in my new book.

If Julian and his family hadn't turned it into this, this performance, this transaction, she probably would have agreed on her own. "I don't have the time. You clearly have the money. Hire a private nurse." She turned and walked away. Behind her, Diane's voice rang down the corridor, indignant. "Does that woman ever listen to a single word said to her? This family must be cursed eight lifetimes over to end up with a wife this heartless!" Eleanor didn't turn around, just walked faster, unaware Julian had started after her. He was a few strides from catching up when he stopped short.