The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

“Then let me ask you something. Imagine this: a woman abandons her poor fiancé and their young children, leaving them to be raised carefully by a stepmother. But once the man becomes successful, she suddenly reappears, hoping to share in the rewards.” Her gaze sharpened. “Is that sort of thing… common where you come from?” A young woman nearby gasped. “Are there really women that shameless?” Lorenza’s face went deathly pale. At that moment, Carolina Valencia and Carla Dougherty walked in together. Carolina smiled politely. “What’s everyone talking about?” Chiara answered eagerly, “Ms. Dougherty, Ms. Valencia, we were just wondering where this lady came from.” When Lorenza saw them, her heart

Right now, her gaze darted between me and the door as if she expected my wife to walk in any second now and turn all of this into some well-plotted prank. But I knew better. One way or the other, my wife had managed to escape my guards and dodge the security cameras I had installed around the house, allowing her to escape without any indication or warning from the alarm systems. The perfect escape plan. A grin tugs at my lips. Not only was my wife the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, but she also had a bit of mischief running through her veins. She was the perfect queen to rule by my side and now all that was left was for her to realize how devastatingly good we would be together.

“You’re ridiculous!” “I’m perfect,” I said, already carrying her down the hallway. “And you’re my wife. You get to be spoiled.” She didn’t argue. Just buried her face in my chest like she was pretending to sigh—but her hands clung to my shirt tightly. Like she didn’t want to let go. I walked toward her room, but halfway there… I stopped. Turned left instead. “Wrong door,” she whispered. “No,” I said softly. “It’s right.”

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

A passing nurse watched them go, envy written all over her face. "This man is way too good to his wife! We're on the sixteenth floor, and he didn't even wait for the elevator. He just ran down the stairs carrying her! When will I ever meet a husband like that?" "Good husbands aren't easy to find. Look at that other pregnant woman over there. She's so pale, and her husband isn't even with her. Poor thing... wait, what's happening? Someone call for help! A pregnant woman just fainted in the hallway!"

"Mum called me and said a girl she knew was in trouble. She needed somewhere safe to stay." "And did you think to mention this to your wife?" My voice rose. "Adrian, did you think I might want to know that you'd agreed to let a woman move into our home?" "Nothing inappropriate is happening," he said, but the words sounded hollow. "Elena, you're upset because of your parents." "Don't do that. Don't use my grief against me. This has nothing to do with my parents and everything to do with the fact that you're allowing your mother to orchestrate something disgusting in our marriage."

"What things? I have everything I could possibly want. Why would I need to sell her stuff?" "I told you to arrange for a doctor to go to the basement and treat Kim's wounds. Did you do it?" Winona finally snapped. "Enough, Anson! Yes, I was jealous of Kim. How does some hick from the sticks get to be your wife while I, with my prestigious degree and overseas education, have to stay by your side as nothing more than a housekeeper?

"He’s going to walk in and smell it. He’s going to see it on my face." "He won’t see anything but what I want him to see," I said, my voice an anchoring weight. I stepped behind her, pulling her hair away from her neck and pressing a final, stinging kiss to the pulse point below her ear. "You’re the Perfect Wife, remember? And I’m just the broken son you’re so kindly helping to settle in." We headed downstairs, our footsteps echoing on the pristine marble of the floating staircase. The living room was a cavernous space of white stone and dark, expensive leather—a sterile showroom that felt like it was waiting for a soul.