The Spare Wife Abigail Novels & Stories

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

Then she buried her face into her pillow and cried. Seconds became minutes and days became weeks. Abigail made several attempts to talk to Liam but he always ignored her and treated her as if she never existed, until he left for Australia, for his masters, without saying goodbye. A few weeks later, Abigail started having a series of morning sickness which Ruby noticed. Ruby Williams was the woman of the house, the mother of Liam and Anna Williams and wife to Robert Williams. She was a loving and caring woman and at the same time very disciplined. She was the type of person that called a spade, a spade, a 48-year-old who treated everyone with respect.

Books were written about Abigail’s work as one of the first female commanders in the Motherland. Even more books were written about their love story. Abigail’s diaries were found by a family member during a renovation of Coursar Hall. They were edited, mostly for spelling and grammar, and released as a series of novels. It was discovered through her writings that Abigail was dyslexic, which explained the troubles she had with reading. Her husband had been correct - she was brilliant and would have accomplished more if they had understood her disability.

Somehow, she was ready to strike back against the hatred his jealous wife had for her. The woman seemed to want to guard Blake Knight, her husband, with whatever she's got, but Abigail was ready to steal it. Have sex with Blake and taunt Ursula with it and still go on to make her life miserable after putting an end to Blake. Ursula would be nothing without her husband after all. And maybe she would come begging her after she became millions richer. "Back to the vacation. Please do grant it. It's been a long time since we both saw our mum. And surprisingly, I'm sick of New York already." Abigail said in conclusion.

**"Blake Entertainment CEO Accused of Massive Fraud" **"Did Darren Blake Frame His Wife? New Evidence Suggests Scandal Was Staged"**

Antonio growled. Not Anna. He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain. “Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream. Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.

My face was pale as I turned to leave. The abortion medicine slid down my throat and into my stomach. The pain in my abdomen was excruciating. I could clearly feel the warm blood streaming down my legs. I took out my phone with trembling hands. Just as I was about to call an ambulance, Alana suddenly appeared and slapped the phone to the ground. "You want to go to the hospital? In your dreams! I won't allow a wretch like you to ruin the Greenwood family's bloodline! You can forget about ever giving birth to a child!"

Sebastian had not even given her a chance to embrace her poor brother, he had promised to free him once he was awake and she had no choice but to believe. After the wedding ceremony, Abigail was forced by her new husband into a waiting helicopter. His grasp on her arm tightened like a vice, dragging her toward the waiting helicopter. The rotor blades whirred to life, casting a menacing shadow on the ground below. The helicopter's door slammed shut as Abigail's mind raced with thoughts of escape, but her husband handcuffed her to the seat. As she recalled all that had happened, tears welled down her eyes. Sabastine tried her tears with a handkerchief,

the woman paused; her words stuck in her throat from surprise. “Oh!” Valerie exclaimed, smiling sheepishly as she announced. “Aby is with me! She stays with me now; didn’t you know Mrs. Thompson?” ‘Huh?!” the woman exclaimed, not following Valerie’s words. “Wah- “I meant Aby and her father, Mr. Hudson Rodriguiez lives with me now, Mrs. Thompson! We are now a family!” “What?!”

Cheers and teasing noises continued to rise from those around them. After Abigail fed the champagne to Louis from her lips for the third time and shot me a provocative look, she finally saw me push my chair back and walk away. She shoved Louis aside, caught up to me in a few strides, and grabbed me as she mocked, "Can't you handle it anymore? I would never want such a petty man as my husband." I shook her off and asked, "Abigail, what gives you the confidence to think that I would definitely choose you?"