Romans & histoires The Spare Wife Abigail

Then he reached out, cupped my face with both hands, thumbs brushing away the tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “I can’t promise that,” he said softly. “Not if it means losing you. Not if it means our child grows up without her mother.” We talked for four hours. Not fighting. Not shouting. Actually talking was the way we rarely did because there was always another crisis, another body, another threat. We talked about limits. About what we were each willing to do. About the man in the journal whose name we now knew: Cornelius Ashby. Ninety-one years old. Former silent partner.Living in a heavily guarded countryside estate with money that still traced back to Vale Enterprises through three

“Excuse me? This is his wife. Robin is already asleep. ” “Oh! I see, there you are, Naneth. I thought Robin was still awake.” Abigail replied. “Why don’t you call your cousin Dominic and not my husband?” Annoyed, said Naneth. “Oh! I’m sorry. I thought he can be with me. ” “Well, you’re wrong, so please stop communicating with my husband.” “Your disgusting, Naneth. You just married Robin. You pretend when you own him on paper you and get married.” Abigail fought back.

Lillian’s games had escalated. She whispered rumors, planted subtle lies, and manipulated every situation to make Elara look incompetent, or even jealous. When Adrian was away, Lillian acted high and mighty, pressing Elara into uncomfortable positions. She twisted words, pretending to be offended or humiliated, making Adrian angrier with his wife. It didn’t take long for whispers to spread. Social circles, the hospital staff, even social media picked up the tension. People began talking: The Wolfe heir humiliates his wife. Divorce rumors swirl.

Marquis's attention goes to Oryx and the girl who is glaring at her. " Oh! Yes. She is!" Oryx's eyes, widely, gaze at her husband who is standing firmly, with a cold expression. " Poor you!" " No. Blessed Me! Indeed, I am blessed beyond measure. The woman in the corner, Oryx Williamson, is not just a wife but the embodiment of my deepest love. She bears the dual roles of Oryx Turner, dedicating half her time to her job, studies, and family, and the other half as my cherished wife." He muses, making her instantly blush.

"Abigail, the young woman who has captured Michael's heart, is a remarkable soul. She possesses the same warmth and strength that drew me to you all those years ago. I believe she has the power to bring the best out of our son, just as you did for me." With each passing moment, my conviction strengthens, and I find myself sharing my hopes and dreams with my wife's photograph. "I want nothing more than to see them together, my love. Abigail's presence in Michael's life has already sparked a profound change in him. Their connection is undeniable, and I am certain they can support and care for each other in ways that only true love can provide."

The boss wife answered in an affirmative tone, "It's you i don't trust for a bit. I have seen many girls like you who want to use men to get ahead. For fame and money, they will do anything!" There was a strong contempt between the lines. Having said this, Selena had nothing to defend herself, and turned her head away helplessly. The boss wife glanced at Abigail, and she immediately walked to the closet against the wall. Then she opened it... There was nothing there just a bag and clothes in the closet. Not seeing anyone, Abigail scoffed. It must be in the bathroom. Abigail pushed open the door of the bathroom again. It was only a few square meters, with no cabinets or boxes, and it was all

Eight years of loyalty. Eight years of building a multi-billion-dollar empire side-by-side in the trenches. Isabella Hart thought her marriage to Nathan Wolfe was unbreakable—until a devastating financial fraud scandal threatened to bring the Wolfe dynasty to its knees. Faced with the ruin of his legacy, Nathan made a logical, calculated, and fatal decision. He signed the documents that branded his own wife a criminal.He thought he was protecting the company. He believed the flawless digital trail. He truly thought the woman he loved had betrayed him.Three years in a federal penitentiary proved to Isabella that love is a liability. Now, the gates have opened. The media expects the disgraced

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Meanwhile, Margaret continued without hesitation— “Spread the news that both the baby and his mother died during childbirth.” The corner of Leonard’s lips curved faintly. And for the first time since entering the room— He almost looked satisfied. Because in the end— Margaret herself had spoken those words aloud. Abandon Vanessa. Abandon the baby boy. Exactly the same way the family had once abandoned Arabella and her baby daughter. How ironic. Margaret slowly sat back down in her chair. The older woman looked far colder now. “You already placed them far away from London?” Leonard nodded calmly.