The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

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.

“That’s why he called to let me know he can’t take me home.” “Oh,” The nurse looked surprised for a second, then nodded. “It must be hard to be the wife of an alpha. I really admire you for your patience and understanding.” I just nodded and smiled again. “Yeah. Thanks.” Deep inside, I wanted to slap myself for making yet another excuse for my husband’s neglect. After all, he didn’t deserve any of it. And yet, I couldn’t just stand by and let his reputation be destroyed. At least until the time I walked away from this marriage for good.

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

“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.

All for a woman who would never see it. Everyone has wounds they don't want to tell others about, I thought as I shut off the water and reached for a towel. Mine were visible for the world to see—pregnant and divorced, betrayed by my husband and stepsister. But Nate's were buried deep, only revealed through yearly garden photos and an empty house in the 16th arrondissement. I was drying my hair when Scarlett returned, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking across the suite's marble entrance announcing her arrival.

“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

Yet, she made me sign the divorce papers and walk away with nothing. “If regret alone were enough, prisons would be empty. “Krystal, it was over between us the moment you decided to cheat. Stay away from me.” As I turned to leave, Krystal threw herself in my path. “Ray, do you honestly think you’re without fault here? Why didn’t you tell me that I’m the one who can’t conceive? Why did you hide the fact that you’re family to Greene Apex from me?” Krystal yelled at me angrily, “Had I known, I would’ve cheated on you!”

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.