The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

“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.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

Damien 137. I had heard enough of what these two insane women were talking about. I hated how they both looked at me as if they knew something I did not. I hated that I did not know any of their angle or what ever the fuck they were up to. As soon as my wife resigned, things have been rather confusing. Natalia had a problem with letting go and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Camilla was not who I thought she was and I kept feeling like I had been played for a total fool.

"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—"

So close that I had slept with her husband in the very house she lived in, and she never suspected a thing. Jane was always busy. Always occupied with her children, always running around, making sure everything was perfect for them. She was a good mother— one of the best I had ever seen— but in doing so, she had neglected her husband. At first, I thought she was just careless, the type of woman who let her husband stray without caring. But the more I observed, the more I understood. I started to see why men cheat. Jane wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was stunning in her own way. But she was exhausted. She poured all her attention into her children, leaving little room for herself, and even less fo

With that, she turned and walked out without another word. I stood there alone in the living room. My hands were trembling. I had been called a gold digger many times when I first married Julian. People said I married him for money. They ignored the fact that I worked day and night after that. They ignored the projects I completed. They ignored how I doubled the amount he paid for my debts through company growth. His mother never saw that. She only saw a poor girl who married into wealth. When I got to work later that day, the whispers followed me.

I got shocked for obvious reasons. “So, he killed both the man and his wife?” I asked horrified. “Yes. Why are women doing this to their husbands? Your man is busy working to get money, their wives are busy fucking young boys? Can you imagine the guy he caught her with is enough to be her child?” Douglas said. I pretended to be shocked. “Oh! That is so bad! No sane woman should do that. Imagine a woman as old as me parting her thighs to a young man enough to be her child? That is abomination!” I said.

She moved from the window to the door to the window again, arms swinging, heels loud against the studio floor, and every circuit she completed seemed to wind her tighter than the one before. "How could she get burnt to ashes before rescue even came?" She stopped at the window, both palms flat against the glass, and the question came out loud enough to fill the whole room. "The system of this country is so unfair. An accident on a major road and there is no one to respond in time? Not one person? Not one ambulance close enough?" "It was a very wild crash," Naomi said quietly from the couch, both knees drawn together, phone face-down in her lap. "It's a miracle her husband survived at all. The