The Spare Wife Abigail Novels & Stories

YOU'RE MY WIFE, ABIGAIL... Abigail stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the hem of her soft blue blouse. Her fingers trembled slightly, and she scolded herself for it. It wasn’t the first time she was stepping into a public space as Luke Vandell’s wife, but this was different. Today, he was taking her to the company, his company. And she would be meeting his staff, the people who had known him far longer than she had, the people who likely knew everything about his past… including Obetta.

We'd never met in over a decade, and I never thought she'd grown into such a poised, elegant young woman. As for Ansel, the man who claimed to be close friends with Mitchell for years, he had failed to recognize the man standing right in front of him as the CEO of Aerowood Group, who'd just returned from Edrendale. To make matters worse, he'd just brutally beaten Mitchell's little sister. "Call whoever you want! No matter who shows up, it doesn't change the fact that you seduced a married man!" Vicious and feral as ever, Jenna reached out to tear at Madelyn's dress. "You filthy slut! Today, I'm going to make you pay!"

From outside, Flo called out, asking to come in, but Caroline declined. "Please wait outside. There’s no need to come in. I can bathe on my own," Caroline replied. "Alright then, Miss. We won’t enter," Flo’s voice faintly echoed from outside the bathroom but was still audible to Caroline. Fifteen minutes passed, and Caroline continued to enjoy the comfort of the bath. Her eyes wandered over the bruises on her body—reminders of the abuse she endured from Johan and Victoria, her husband and mother-in-law. Her abdomen still ached slightly from the kicks Johan had delivered. Ben had always ensured she received the best care while staying in this house—a stark contrast to Johan, who remained her

She wouldn't stay locked up just because he said so. "You're my wife! And if you thought this marriage would be a fairy tale just because you decided it, you're wrong, Alice Taylor! Your nightmare begins here. You wanted me as your husband, now you have me. Let's see how you handle all of this." She called her parents to complain about her husband's behavior, considering it an abuse on his part and that she shouldn't have to endure it. However, there was no support from her parents. It wasn't as she had thought; nothing was as she expected it to be.

It had been a week since Megan started working. Because Beth neither agreed nor opposed the notion of her getting a job, Megan delved right into it. At least this way, she had a reason of being out of the house and would earn an income in the process. Spending the whole day in the house had become stifling. The people who were still flocking to the house to offer their condolences looked down on her and treated her like the house help. Of course, Beth never bothered to correct them. Her husband was spending more time with his mistress and her sister-in-law had her friends to keep her company. Her cousin-in-law was the only one who occasionally treated her like a human being.

Abigail blurts out, the smile on face morphing into a blush. “I thought you are his wife??” Stephanie asked looking confused. “Ugh, you don’t get it!” Abigail frowned. Stephanie stared at her friend still confused, then realization hit her… “Ohhh, you mean he referred to you as his wife wife. Not just some contract wife??” “Yes!! Now you get it.” Abigail claps her hand excitedly, jumping on the couch. “And that’s why you are so happy?” “Yeah, of course. What’s there not to be happy about??”

“Abigail D****e?” Finally getting herself back, she stood and waved. Lauren cocked a brow in her direction and blatantly raked her eyes over her body. Abigail suddenly felt self-conscious and when Lauren dropped her iPad on her lap and stared intently at her, she felt even more nervous. “I know you,” Lauren said and quiet mutters swept through the hall. “Abigail D****e,” Lauren repeated slowly again. “Wife of Marcus D****e if I'm not wrong.”

During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech every day. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire company." I looked at Jonathan and Quinn, who were standing a distance away, clinking glasses with each other. I smiled and said, "Let them spread." The woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect me to respond that way. However, what the woman didn't know was that I had investigated Jonathan and Quinn some time ago. Jonathan's name was on the deed of the apartment unit that Quinn was living in. Jonathan and I had bought that unit two months after we got married. On the

I whispered, hoping I wouldn’t be heard or seen. “Do you need anything?” Damien asked calmly, I couldn’t see his facial expression but I was sure he looked at her flirtatiously. “No, it’s fine” she answered plainly, walking to our room. ‘That darn husband snatcher!, today will be your end’ **** I stared at Abigail as she walked up the stairs calmly, it had been a while since she was last here, back then, she strode the floors of the house as my wife but now, she was a guest, one I wouldn’t mind remarrying.

“Okay. But if there’s any time you feel like stopping, you don’t have to continue.” “Thank you.” She smiled at him, taking a deep breath. This was it. She would relive the past two years through a story, and there was no going back from here. Abigail gathered her thoughts and memories, all good and bad, as Theodore waited patiently. It wasn’t an easy thing to do. But she felt like this was the right thing moving forward. And so, with a deep breath, she started. “A little over four years ago, my mother married a man, Mark Jenison. I’m sure you know him.” Abigail waited a while as Theodore gathered his thoughts before his face lit in realisation.