The Neglected Wife Novel Novels & Stories

the woman repeated sharply as though her situation meant nothing. Mrs. Noah panicked immediately. “Please, ma’am! I only followed your instructions!” The woman’s eyes darkened dangerously. “Yes, and you failed at it too.” “Please don’t abandon me,” Mrs. Noah cried desperately while struggling against the housekeeper trying to drag her out. “I have a daughter to feed!” The woman remained silent for a few seconds. Her mind was still occupied with the information she had just received. There was no way Kelsey had regained her memories.

She went about her day’s work while waiting for the arrival of her husband. *** Day by Day, Nicholas only got worse. He kept working late nights regularly, and nowadays he barely comes home, and the few times he does, he is drunk out of his mind. He would only drag himself up the stairs, not even minding his wife's greetings. Only for Mary to wake up the next day to see that he was gone. And the scenario would repeat itself the next day. Her books and the paper on the drawing board were her only companions in the huge mansion. She had tried to ignore the ache in her heart whenever she thought of Nicholas.

"I’m not fine at all." Another sob wracked my body. They were right. My marriage, the foundation I thought I'd built a life on, was a sham. A convenient arrangement, a business deal disguised as happily ever after. For three years, I'd clung to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, Regan's feelings would change. I'd tried to be the perfect wife, a silent shadow anticipating his every need. But I remained unseen, unheard, an invisible woman in my own marriage.

"A woman." A woman? Now he had my full attention. I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me. "Which woman?" The man's entire body shook. "Vincent's wife." For a second, I simply stared at him. Then I laughed. I laughed so hard that even Cole looked confused. "Boss?" he asked carefully. I ignored him. Because suddenly everything was starting to make sense. Vincent's wife. Nyelle. The same Nyelle everyone believed couldn't speak. The same Nyelle who somehow purchased a burner phone. Very interesting. Eventually my laughter died down.

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?

“She said many things. She accused me of marrying you only for money. She talked about how perfect your first wedding was and how my marriage to you is nothing. She said Anna was beautiful and elegant and did everything right, but she still ended up dead inside this family. Then she told me to leave before the same thing happens to me.” Jared’s face grew darker with every word I spoke. He pressed two fingers hard against his temple and stared down at the desk like he was trying to control himself. “Ignore her,” he said shortly. “She enjoys putting ideas in people’s heads. That is what she does.” “I am trying to ignore it,” I said. “But I still have one question that will not leave me alone.”

Isabelle Brown – car accident. Previous wife of a Hartley cousin – “suicide” by overdose. Another – missing, presumed drowned during a yacht trip. And so on. At least six women over three generations. All connected to Hartley men. All their assets eventually transferred to the family trust. Aria’s hands started to shake. “What is this?” she whispered, scanning the list again and again. Her breathing quickened. Panic rose in her chest like bile. “This can’t be a coincidence.” Elena reached across the table and gently closed the folder.

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

But my wife had to see the world I came from before she made up her mind on accepting me, and though I knew that it wasn’t an option; the woman was already my wife, she still needed to see WHO I really was. Natalia didn’t respond as the two of us walked further inside the gala. Her eyes caught Liz’s who had the same cold expression as most the mafia women, the one woman surprised of what she was seeing was my wife, and I realized then that she didn’t seem to know what it truly meant to be a Pakhan’s wife. Liz did offer to teach her what it was like being a Pakhan’s wife, and as far as I knew, Natalia did accept being taught; however, I’m guessing that their ‘lessons’, whatever they were, see

He is devouring her, taking every single inch of her, and she loves it. "Fuck," a ragged, guttural growl rips violently from my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to shatter the image, but the poison is already deep in my marrow. I suddenly picture them on the thick living room carpet. I picture them tangled together on the sofa. I even picture them on the goddamn glass coffee table. Everywhere I look, my cousin's ghost is touching my wife… I mean ex-wife.