The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

"So when I left home, I brought your thesis with me." He quickly pulled it from his bag and handed it to Laila. Laila stuck her tongue out at me, a smug smile on her face. Gently stroking her hair, Simon bent down and whispered something in her ear. She flushed and shot him a glare. I said nothing and watched their intimate interaction. If my wolf hadn't been killed by wolfsbane, it would've been howling with rage inside me. I turned and left the healing hut. Laughter echoed behind me, but no one stopped me this time. Perhaps they hadn't even noticed I had left.

In the confines of the car, Vivienne finally dropped her mask of innocence. "Isolde, why are you doing all this?" She swirled the Bloody Mary in her hand, her eyes full of mockery. "A guilty conscience? Or is there some other reason?" "Because it's what you've always dreamed of, isn't it?" I leaned against the car window. "My husband, my power, my wealth... Vivienne, you've won." "Hmph." She sneered. "Don't think this will make me grateful. You're the one who ruined my human life."

And there was no possible way I was standing around third- wheeling my soon to be expected husband and his ex. No way. I just turned around and left then. Grabbing a champagne close by while at it. Intentionally not saying a word to her, or them. They didn't deserve it. He knew it. Else he wouldn't watch me leave so intensely, his stare boring holes at my back. I turned a corner as I left, pushing them to the very back of my mind. Only to run into yet another distaste of the evening. "If it isn't the newest Representative. Alma Halter."

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret bri

Something flickered across Nathan's face, so quick Claire almost missed it. "Then we understand each other," he said, standing up. "Stay in your lane, and this will be easy for both of us." He walked past her without another word, and Claire stood there in the empty dining room, feeling smaller than she had ever felt in her life. Later that afternoon, a woman walked into the mansion without knocking, heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. Claire was in the hallway when she saw her, tall, beautiful, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than Claire's entire wardrobe combined.

“I don’t want to hear it. Get this woman out of here and I only want you to be seen with your wife for the rest of this event.” “I can’t . . .” Sal started speaking but his father walked away, signaling an end to their conversation. I stood awkwardly by the side, aware of Sal’s glare on me. “I’ll leave,” the blonde said, causing Sal to break his glare. He turned to her, his eyes softening significantly as he stared at her. “No, you’re not going anywhere.” “But your dad—” “I said you’re not going and that’s final.” She nodded and he smiled at her. He fucking smiled at her. The dull ache in my chest returned and I turned to leave.

“What?” I walked back into the room, leaving the door open for him. “My wife walked in here looking like pure sex, sucked my soul out through her pussy, rode my cock until she came twice, and then left me with a rock-hard dick and blue balls. She fucked me and walked out like it was nothing.” Zane followed me in, shaking his head like he could not believe what he was hearing. “And by ‘used,’ you mean she came a couple of times and then left you hanging while you were still trying to cum?”

“I have every right to be here. I’m picking up my son’s things.” “Your son?” Catherine laughed out very loud. “You abandoned him. You left him here with Adrian and walked away.” “I didn’t abandon anyone. I left Adrian. Not my children.” “Same thing.” “It’s not the same thing at all.” Vanessa stepped closer. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You couldn’t handle being a wife so you ran away. And now you’re back because what? You won in court?”

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh