The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

Left out by mistake, she understood that, left out by accident ,but existing. Having existed for weeks without her knowing. She thought about the bodyguard. The man who had followed her quietly through the streets weeks ago and whom she had lost in a crowd without really thinking about it. She had assumed Michael was controlling, Managing. The contract husband monitoring his contract wife. She lay on Maya's sofa bed and turned that assumption over. And understood slowly, quietly, in the way she understood things that required her to let go of what she had already decided , that controlling and protecting were not always the same thing.

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.

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."

stabbing me to death mercilessly? How am I supposed to believe I'm your wife when you never treated me like one? You kept me hidden behind the curtains from society even from your own self just like you keep hidden your dirty secrets! Your actions never made me see myself as your wife! The way you always hid me or better say avoided any kind of interaction with me in public was obvious to me what I was actually to you. Hahaha... Wife! Mrs. Wright! Hahaha... I wonder what your family will do to me because I doubt receiving any good treatment from them so does my child! I will never forgive you Mr. Wright for this! Your action this time going to hurt not only me but my son too. God forbid any

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.

“Perhaps, you haven’t forgotten about that. Do you know I have a wife?” "Of course, I do. Did you think I would let that detail slip my attention? Your marriage is not necessarily a reason why this partnership between us cannot exist. I mean, men like you have mistresses even with loving wives. Please, think about this carefully. It's a good offer if I do say so myself. Your... wife Amelia has nothing to offer you. In fact, everything she is today, she owes it all to you. From the research I did on you, I know you're not the kind of man who will reject a good deal for... love or sentiments."

Close enough to wonder what kind of man carried that story for two years and still got up in the morning looking like stone. “Who took her?” she whispered. His eyes returned to hers. “I don’t know.” The bedroom door unlocked behind them. Slowly. Mrs Vale gasped. Adrian moved instantly, pulling Elena behind him again, but not before she saw the door open by inches. A man’s voice came from the hallway, old and cold and pleased. “Send in the contract wife.”