The Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

, Ethan said defiantly as he returned his gaze to the laptop on his desk. “Have you ever thought of why your father asked you to take a wife really soon?” Wilson asked calmly, staring at Ethan keenly. Ethan sighed deeply and kept mute, clearly not in the mood to have a conversation with Wilson. “If only you had an idea”, Wilson said, and dropped a newspaper on the desk. “Rich men and rich troubles, isn’t it?” He said with a smirk and gestured on Ethan to go ahead to read up the headlines. “I’m not in the mood”, Ethan mumbled and shoved the paper aside.

He says angrily. ​ Damn, this man is so stubborn. “I can’t go into details now. But I fucked up, okay? Now my wife is at the goddamn airport, going to God knows where, with God knows whom. And I need to stop her before she leaves.” I say, and realization flashes through Grandpa’s eyes. ​ Does he know something? ​

Once again, the room went silent, and no one was able to say anything. . The first end for, “My runaway wife, Hates me!”. Thanks a lot, pwetty readers for all your support. Don't forget to try and continue to support this book. And remember that this book is fiction. Don't try anything in real life.. There'd be a continuation for this book, but, in a different way somehow. Part 2 of this book will be written in part 2 of “The Father Of My Twins”. I'm going to merge the characters into one epic story. Of course, it won't be a totally different unrelated story.

Karim asked in disgust. "You shamed me Karim Ahmed al Zidra. By ditching me and marrying another woman, you brought shame to me and my tribe. And I paid you all back. I ruined your marriage. I made my son a king. And you lived your life, regretting the decisions you made" Suhara said smugly "What do you mean by you ruined our marriage?" Rosaline asked dreadfully "Oh darling Rosaline. The woman who got ruined in love. The first time your husband cheated on you, he was drugged. And many times after that too, he was drugged. For years I drugged him and got him with other women" Suhara said

“She’s my wife. She ran away after our fight, and I still don’t know where to find her. If anyone sees her, please call me using my personal number. Just make sure it’s legit because if not, you’ll face the consequences.” Damn! “And another thing, there will be a reward for anyone who can bring my wife to me. Whatever you want—a yacht, an airplane, anything.” What am I, a runaway convict?! There’s a reward?! That perverted jerk! What the heck!

But still, her trembling fingers hesitated before flipping it open. And there it was. Her worst nightmare in black ink. A marriage certificate. Her name—Seraphina Devereaux. His name—Lucian Devereaux. The proof that no matter how far she had run, she had never truly been free. A sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Lucian tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes darkening with something unreadable. "You’re still my wife, Seraphina. And I’m taking you back."

"Do tell." "Our marriage is hidden, so not many know about it, and it's understandable for you to doubt me. Anyway, I'm running away because I cheated on Isaac, and now pregnant with someone else's child. Naturally, there's no way he could live with that, so he's hunting me down now—" Harvey was laughing out loud even before Irene could finish. The indomitable Isaac Jefferson a cuckold? He did not hesitate to flash her a thumb up. "Well done." Now, he was quite impressed with her—he was not the only one who kept losing to Irene, but Isaac was too!

he asked, confused. "No, actually, my wife ran away to another country. I don't even know how to find her." "She ran away from you?" he asked, surprised. "Yes, I kept her locked up, but that woman is a pervert. Don’t come tell me she’s a saint. After all, Layane liked to watch naked men. She didn’t cheat, but that made me uneasy. But seriously, if you weren’t married, you’d get along with her sister, Layla. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, but she's also married. Then there's Laysa, the hot one... for Cassius. But the big guy there doesn’t care about any woman. I don’t know, I’m even thinking... you know?" he commented, gesturing with his hand as if implying his brother might be gay. But Cassius re

Though these women knew her not, Asha's stories of her previous cooking battles and the transformation of the Inn to a restaurant because of her kind-heartedness continued to spread out in the rural areas. On the other hand, Rimas had his very own huge problem. One of his wives ran away, the irony was, this woman was married to him through 'love', his own choice. The trouble this wife made was that she wanted to live separately from his other four wives and demanded alimony for her and her two daughters. In the bedroom of a villa in the village of Satchibunia, a woman lay prostrated at the feet of Rimas. "Sovhona, what's wrong with you, why go and live on your own?" Rimas asked.

“We could run away with our family. Start fresh somewhere far away.” Roseanne’s face grew somber as she shook her head. “I’ve lived on the run for five years. Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as it sounds. It’s exhausting and lonely, and I wouldn’t want to put our family through that again. The thought of coming face to face with people you are running from will make you paranoid to the point that you wou;d never be in peace.”