The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

When the party was over, we came back home and Dave went straight to sleep before I could even say or do anything, that is very disappointing. As I continued to be neglected by my husband, it gave me more time to fantasize about the handsome stranger, the spell he got me under the other day seems not to have worn off, if anything it has grown stronger. I had to see him, I picked up my purse from the table, opened it and brought out the card, I picked up my phone and typed in the number, I paused for a moment to think about what I was about to do before pressing the dial button. He picked up the instant it rang and said "hello"

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.

"I didn't dump you. I was mad, alright, but I—" "Don't lie," I said to him, my tone steadying. "You shamed me. You let your mistress talk down to me the moment she had a chance. You treated me lower than your maid. Gawddd! Callum, I was your wife not a plaything. We were married five years, there were other couples who were married longer with no kids but they did not try to kill their wives because their 'mistress' had an emergency. You shoved me when I begged for help.. You told me to stop faking it. That night, I lost everything." For an instant, there was guilt in his eyes. He was looking down at the ground, like he couldn't possibly look at me. "I… I didn't mean to—"