The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

Cara shouted. I was stupefied. My husband who owns one of the most prominent corporation in the world, perfectionist to the boot and a holder of Masters and Phd forgot HIS own wife who is in labor! He left me! After 10 minutes a black car is zooming back to the estate. Gideon and Blake goes out of the car scratching their heads totally embarassed. I glare at Gideon and Cara spits out profanities to them "Sorry love." Gideon said sheepishly.

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

"If he loved you, Amanda, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't need to come to my workplace in a town you've never been to and try to convince his wife of something. You'd have the man. The fact that you're standing in a library in Maplewood trying to convince me tells me everything I need to know about what you actually have." Her jaw tightened. "You left him," she said, and the casual niceness she was trying to portray was fading fast. "You walked out on your marriage. You don't get to walk back in and act like you're the only option." "And yet," I said pleasantly, "here we are." "You're just the wife who left." I looked at her for a moment.

‘Cause while I was at home playin’ house, tryin’ to be this perfect, easy, no-problem version of a woman he said he wanted, he was out there surroundin’ himself with the exact type he kept tellin’ me I didn’t need to be. And then that night happened, and I swear, even now, thinkin’ about it still makes my chest go tight. I wasn’t snoopin’, wasn’t diggin’ around lookin’ for trouble. I just happened to see him, parked up, sittin’ in his car with one of those same “perfect” women… kissin’ the hell outta her. Yeah. That was it. No big scene, no screamin’, no drama. I didn’t even have it in me. I was just done. Walked away from the marriage, from him, from that version of myself I didn’t even rec

"Go back downstairs to your mother because you believe her anyway! You think I’m a violent lunatic, just like she said! Just leave me alone in my prison and act like I don’t exist anymore!" "That’s not true! I don't believe her, Elsie!" I replied as I banged on her door. "I don't think you're crazy, and I don't think you're a monster either, you’re my wife. I was just shocked, pumpkin, and I am sorry if I disappointed you again." “I don’t care, go away,” she spat. “Please, just open the door, I beg you. Heaven knows I am not going anywhere until you let me in because we cannot continue like this."

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

Not informing me. Simply continuing her life. “She arranged a car herself,” Camilla added. I nodded. “That will be all.” Camilla quickly left the room and closed the door behind her. I remained alone in the quiet room, holding the ring in my hand. That’s when I finally understood the truth. Claire had not walked away from the marriage last night. She had walked away from me long before I even noticed.

Real. I should have left first. Should have walked away after the first mistress, or the second, or the tenth. But I'd stayed. Smiled. Endured. Convinced myself I was being noble. And he'd still tossed me aside. Fuck him. Fuck his MBA-educated, fertile Mara with her smug grin and perfect legs. I was done being the good wife. The faithful wife who denied herself every pleasure while Marcus fucked anything that moved. What had that gotten me? A divorce and a broken heart.

“That girl… always in those dull dresses. She doesn’t even know how to carry herself as a Walker’s wife. She must really be a burden to him.” Deep down, however, she felt a cold satisfaction at not having received a single call that night. She stood up. “I’m going to turn in. Good night.” Martha rose from the armchair and walked toward the door with firm steps, leaving her husband alone. “Good night, dear,” he replied without looking up from the newspaper he was now reading, relieved to be able to finish his tea in silence

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"