The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

“It would be a shame if your new wife ended up like the last one.” It wasn’t a threat. It was a memory. One I never wanted to remember, to be reminded of. People thought they knew what happened. They didn’t. No one did. But that never stopped them from whispering. I opened a file on my laptop, stared at the first page, then shut it again. My hands were still on the desk, but my thoughts were somewhere else entirely. It was on Natasha. She didn’t know anything. She didn’t know the half of what this family was, or what she had married into. And maybe that was for the best.

“When the estate called and told him you’d collapsed, he drove out there right away. Since then, no one has seen the butler who was in charge that night.” A chill ran through me. To everyone else, it would sound like devotion. A man who removed anyone who failed his wife. I closed my eyes. This marriage, his man, this name make me suffocating.This man. They wrapped around me like walls. I rested my hand over my belly. If I stayed, this child would grow up inside those walls. I couldn’t allow that. But before I left— I needed his signature to end this marriage. Mafia Marriage From Betrayal to Obsession

As they turned off the lights and climbed into bed, there were no dramatic declarations. No grand gestures. Just two people who had chosen—again and again—to grow instead of retreat. To build instead of avoid. To love not because it was easy. But because it was worth it. And in that quiet understanding, the title that once defined her no longer held power. She was never his unwanted wife. She was his chosen one. And he was hers.

“Don't you feel ashamed? You were married to that woman, yet you never knew her well enough to recognize her when she returned. Her full name was Shirley Evelyn Miller. Even if her face had changed beyond recognition, you should have known who she was. You should have remembered her name, her mannerisms, the things she cared about. You should have known your own wife.” Damien's shoulders slumped. He had no defence. Every word his father spoke brought back another memory of the woman he had failed to understand. He had known her as his wife, yet he had never bothered to learn who she was beyond the role he expected her to play. Theodore's voice grew heavier. “You wanted to question me, but be

It was pure, unfiltered regret. For three years, Nilah had been my wife. She had stayed at home, waiting for me, trying to be the perfect spouse for my corporate world. She had abandoned her own comfort to make me happy, and I had thrown her away because I thought she was just a quiet bookstore owner with nothing to offer my social standing. I thought she was beneath the world I wanted to build. Now, the entire city knew she was Nilah Mariel. The heiress to the Mariel Group. She did not need my world; she owned a much bigger one.

Standing there is a woman in a dark pantsuit, her black hair cut sharply at her nape, her makeup perfectly applied, and her lips painted a deep, dark red. She steps toward Nicholas and cocks her head to the side. "I expect a raise after all this," she says to him. He leans in to kiss her cheek. "Judging from the house, I already overpay you." The woman raises her eyebrows and looks at me. "Nigella, this is my wife, Valentina Hendrick. Valentina, this is my lawyer, Nigella Gibson." My attention is snagged by that one word—wife. We're married. It's done.

My husband stood among a crowd of paparazzi, publicly declaring the date of his marriage to his fiancée, whom he made me believe he didn't love. He neglected me because of that suspicious deal of the shipment, without even hearing my side of the story. He just judged me and now chose that evil woman? "Natalie, please, answer me," Daniel said, his voice drawing me back to the present. I had forgotten he was still on the line. "Daniel, I'll call you later," I said in a cold tone, though my heart felt shattered and broken, and I knew it would never fully heal. "Wait, please!" he said urgently. "If you need me, just call, and I'll take you out of the country immediately."

As we walked out of the café, I reminded myself that I needed to finish my work quickly before meeting Miles. Some time ago, Anna had given me a report about Miles’s condition. In the car, I let Liza drive while I closed my eyes, trying to ease the headache that throbbed inside my head. There was still so much work waiting for me at the office. On top of the mountain of documents, I also received a pile of gifts from a man who had never truly cared about me. I mean, I was nothing more than the wife he never wanted. “So, what should we do with these, Ma’am?” Liza lifted two paper bags, one in each hand.

Scarlett My eyes lowered as I held the phone. In my previous life, I had paid zero attention to Alistair Gance's second wife, Clarissa, or her son, Nathan. Back then, I had been desperate to focus on my marriage that had already been rotting from the inside. By the time I realized Clarissa had been siphoning my father's wealth for years, it had already become public scandal and too late. This time would be different. “Tell Clarissa, I'll be there,” I replied.

He died, still married to his work. She took a long pause and stared at me. “Now, the wife learns of her husband’s death, so she decides to come back, to claim what is rightfully hers. What she suffered negligence and lack of love for.” She added, observing me. “You get where I’m heading to now, right?” She asked. “What has that got to do with me? If you wanted part of your ex-husband’s wealth you could have just gone to the bank” I stated, dryly.