The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

"Of course well... my husband bought her from his father a few months back. She good with cleaning, cooking and so much more. When he returns you may have a word with him. She temporarily went back to the Gallagher plot to help out." "Mhm... be it she can not cook or perform any chores. I suppose all I need of her to open her legs." Lady Tracy gasped as if it was taboo. "Mr. Wes...." "Oh Tracy, don't pretend your husband hasn't been busy with her. You would be a fool to think he willingly let a negro of that beauty walk around the house without deflowering her instantly and doing much more." At this moment, I knew maybe I should not have came here. Maybe I should have stayed and read William

Maybe one day she would be free. She closed her eyes until she fell asleep but woke up in the middle of the night because she felt thirsty. She just looked at Darren who was still on the sofa but he didn't seem to move. She approached her husband. He fell asleep while working so she slowly removed the laptop that was on Darren's leg and then put it on the table. She held Darren's head and laid him on the bed, holding her breath because he might wake up, thinking that he was being exploited while he was asleep.

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

“Enjoy your dinner.” Then I got in and slammed the door shut before Vincent could say another word. The cab driver barely had time to ask where I was headed before I barked out the address of the mansion. My hands clenched into fists on my lap, and my heart pounded in my chest—not just from anger, but from something deeper. Something uglier. Vincent hadn’t followed me. He hadn’t even tried. That should’ve told me everything I needed to know. I was Vincent's wife—his pregnant wife—but ever since he’d made up mind to protect Rosa’s baby, my baby and me became invisible to his eyes.

"If you're that desperate, go hump a stick." She froze, color draining from her face. She couldn't wrap her head around it. She was reaching out to her husband, and he hit her with "no shame"? Lucia didn't sleep a second. Buried under the covers, she scrolled through a forum on her phone: [The pain of a sexless marriage. What should I do if my husband's never touched me since we got married?] Some replies hinted maybe he was into guys. Others wondered if he just... couldn't.

This particular point fueled her anger the most—their night was ruined. Lying on her back, gazing at the ceiling, Alice pondered over her father's actions. He had never apologized for the hurt he caused, especially not for taking her son, an act that partially destroyed her life for the sake of acquiring a company. This deeply pained her. She admired her mother's courage to divorce her father, who seemed content post-divorce. Alice worried about Mary Jane, whose life remained in disarray, trapped in a facade of a marriage to uphold family and business agreements, unlike her sisters who had found their paths.

" You believe the negativities about me without a second thought and ... You belittle your title as my wife " He pauses to smile gently before shrugging. " You have chased after me for nineteen years but you didn't know anything about me. Do you think pity is enough for me to make a stranger my family? My wife? " It was a powerful question that made the lady's heart drop. Thinking back about his lifestyle, she realized the truth she had ignored throughout her married life.

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

Isabella said coldly. Lucas exhaled slowly. “I know.” Amara stepped back into the shadows just as the voices faded. Her hands trembled. She wasn’t just unwanted. She was temporary. And for the first time since the wedding, Amara understood something terrifying— This marriage wasn’t just loveless. It was a battlefield.

His face was calm, and gentle. “Naomi,” he whispered, “I’m tired.” That night, he turned on the gas, and ended his life in the room where I had once waited for him. When they found him, he was lying beside my ashes, holding our wedding photo in his hand. Mom and Dad could not bear the blow. They had lost me first, then Lily to prison and madness, and finally watched Adrian destroy himself. Their guilt became heavier than their bodies could carry. The Kesly company collapsed soon after. Dad had spent too much trying to make up for my death, and enemies used the scandal to tear the business apart. Everything they once valued vanished.