The Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

"what do we do now?" I asked "We keep running, we can't stop anymore, Mr Pendragon, you have to carry your wife and run with all your strength, one little mistake with cost you your freedom and will cost me my life," she said my husband did as she instructed and after running for what felt like an eternity, we came across a river whose waters ran like race cars, my husband dropped me slowly and washed my face, he cleaned my legs "how far are we from your getaway driver or should I say boyfriend?" my husband asked

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Why did people not learn to act right until they had to suffer consequences? And wasn’t that true for Wren too? Wren needed her own harsh lessons before she figured out how this world actually worked. Running away from home—she didn’t regret that though—, except she thought all she had to do was just work things would go well. It didn’t. Then there was her marriage to Felix which quickly turned into a disaster, not saving enough money or upscaling while she worked for Maria because she’d thought she wouldn’t need it if she stayed in the family, married Felix and became a housewife. Worst mistake.

I told him. “Get me a water” he told the barman, and he turned to leave. “You want to share?” He asked and I smile. “My soon-to-be wife ran away from home” I said sadly, and he scoffs. “You are getting married?” He asked surprisingly like he has never heard of that before. I nodded and he mouthed “wow” “It's great… But why would she run away?” He pressed on and I shrugged. I really don't want to start telling him things.

She heard that the impostor had returned to her and Anthony's home so she knows if she will be able to escape that would be the place she had to avoid. She is hurting a lot knowing, that woman had stolen her home, her money, her identity even her husband, she doesn't know if she will be able to return to Anthony after her escape. Knowing that in some part of their married life Anthony must recognized that the woman he is living with is not his wife.

"Tell me… what is my beautiful, runaway wife doing in Seattle? Does she have a secret lover?" Arthur’s heart slammed against his ribs. He shook his head, "Nothing! She has nothing there, Our family has no assets in Washington. Her parents never bought property there. She doesn't know anyone in Seattle. I swear on my life, she has no connections there. She probably just picked the first train out of the station to get as far away from us as possible." He leaned in front of the older man, the scent of his cologne and tobacco invading his space. "She didn't run from me, she escaped." He smirked.

John explained. "I'm sorry. It's true I'm on the run but as you can see, I never ran away with a man. I found out that my husband is cheating on me and the night before I ran away, he almost raped and hurt me, so I decided to leave. My husband is a powerful man, and he can manipulate things. I don't want my baby to grow up beside him. And he is planning to kick me out from his life once I give birth. I can't live with my baby not beside me. Please believe me. I'm not a bad person. I just want to start a new life away from him and away from his control. Please help me." I couldn't stop myself from crying begging a man I just met. The hope and peace of mind I had last night and this morning su

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. Elena’s face flashed through my mind again. The way she looked at me through the glass in that detention room. The moment she realized I wasn’t going to believe her. I had done that. Every bit of it. I pulled out my phone with unsteady fingers and dialed Marco. “Prepare the jet,” I said. My voice was steady again now, but it carried something darker underneath. “We’re going to Switzerland.” A brief pause. Then I added quietly, “I’m bringing my wife home.”

Elena deserved every bit of that affection . But watching him like this still hurt. watching him and knowing to him she would always be the wife he never wanted. Kate turned back to the counter, as she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. She told herself she was used to this. Told herself it didn’t matter. She had been invisible long before she became his wife. Her mind went back, as it often did in moments like this, back to where it all began. Kate hadn’t always lived in a mansion. She had been an orphan—young, frightened, and carrying everything she owned in a small, bag when she first stepped into the Mason family estate. She remembered clinging to the edge of the doorway, afraid to brea