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.

"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.

Usually, my inbox was empty, with no client requests. But this time, something was different. A red notification circle appeared on the screen. My heart immediately raced with excitement at the sight of someone trusting my consulting services through the website, despite my modest portfolio. I blinked several times in disbelief when I saw the name. Helen Aldridge. I remembered her. She was the wife of the owner of Veritas Trust & Saving. She was probably around forty. I had met her once at a charity event. As far as I could remember, she didn’t have a business of her own and simply accompanied her husband wherever he went.

I panicked but she shook her head frantically at me. “No, no….” “We didn’t tell her anything,” she added. I relaxed for a bit and pushed away the fear of her knowing the truth. Then I turned to her. “What did you tell her then?” “They let your wife remain at home and they told her absolutely nothing,” Nate entered coldly. “What?” I pushed myself out of the bed, feeling sharp pains on my head, chest and stomach but I didn’t listen anymore to mom when she told me to sit down. “They ignored her calls, her texts, her cries, her please and allowed her wallow in helpless and ignorance,” he added.

Most people say their wedding day is the happiest day of their lives but not Nicholas. Not when it was the day he lost his freedom to an emotionally abusive woman. Not when he knew Lyra didn’t love him and most likely never will. The fact that she only had a look of contempt when she laid eyes on him on their wedding night was proof enough. So was the fact that she kept her last name and especially the multiple affairs she was having. He knew about them, and she knew that he did but also that he wouldn’t dare say anything. After all, she was behind the funding for the orphanage he grew up in. One mistake from him, and she’d stop. Which is why he entertained her every whim without complaint.

Of course, I also felt like I was a nutcase at some point. “What do you mean, another woman’s husband? Oh, come on. That’s even low for you, Jane,” she said, sounding disgusted. I glared at her angrily and snapped. “You don’t tell me what to do, OK? When they were all hovering around my husband, I was hopeless. I was weak. I couldn’t do anything about it. And now that I have all the power I need, all the money I need, I don’t care if he’s married or not. I will get him,” I said, with so much zeal in my voice. I wanted to tell her to shut up. I couldn’t believe how much I had changed. Where on earth did that come from? Not even in my next life would I have ever thought that I would be thinkin

"Five years after the marriage, the young woman was beginning to become a woman, even if she did not allow her husband to join her. Becoming a woman was out of all options, there was no possibility of her doing something so vile and distasteful against herself. Francesca spent so much time looking for a way not to bow to that vile family from which her husband came, the young woman refused to become a woman under the protection of that blood that had never done anything to help her family. Months passed, until finally, through an oversight of her mother's maids, the young woman found an old but still well-preserved book on the table in the library of the mansion. The book was there, carefull