Novel & Cerita The Spare Wife Abigail

Christian’s POV Abigail was fine now. Back on her feet. Back to the quiet rhythm of her days—caring for Abuelo, gliding through the estate’s marble halls like she had always belonged in them. That didn’t stop us. It didn’t even slow us down. Mindless, senseless fucks in the shadowed corners of the Castillo estate—her skirt hiked around her waist, my hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the sounds she couldn’t hold back.

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

"Uncle! You really don't know how to be grateful. I've been struggling to help you, but this is how you treat me? Have you forgotten that you were also an old bachelor once?" "That was then. Now I'm settled. I already have a wife, and now I have my own child. What about you? When are you going to get married?" "Next year!" Abigail blurted out. Everyone in the room fell silent. Because Abigail had never shown any closeness with any man. So how could she promise to get married next year? With whom? But their questions were diverted by a knock on the door.

Just as Abigail was about to introduce herself, Liya chimed in with a playful smile. "Abigail, we already know who you are," she said with a wink. "You're Samuel's wife, and you're the one we've been working hard to bring back." Abigail chuckled, feeling a mix of amusement and gratitude. "Yes, that's me," she agreed, her eyes meeting Samuel's with a shared understanding. Samuel's smile was filled with warmth and affection as he looked at Abigail. "And you're the love of my life," he added, his voice soft and sincere.

'Steven's wife and daughter are missing?' Abigail thought. Abigail looked at the bodyguard who reported in front of her and suppressed the anger in her. "I'm only asking you to escort her to the plane, and now you tell me that they are gone?" Abigail asked furiously. Steven's wife and daughter were used by Abigail to control Steven. At first, Abigail was worried that it would not do good to keep them in Northfolk. That was why she thought of making the arrangement to send them abroad.

Something she can trade to save the one person who matters. “You’re not a whore. You’re my wife.” The words come out sharp, blade-edge clean, and they surprise both of us. I see her flinch, see something flicker across her face that might be anger or might be something worse. “Your wife?” She smiles, but it’s bitter. Broken. “The one you treat however you want? The one you ignore? The one you left under the stairs like she was nothing?” Her voice rises, and I can hear years of resentment pouring out. “The one whose opinion never mattered in that suffocating cage you call a home? The one you never believed? Tell me, Julian—which wife am I supposed to be? Because we both know what all of this

She pushed him away gently and said, “Xander, I am not ready for the marriage. I can't think about marrying someone I don't love. Please, reconsider your decision. You can find someone better than me.” Xander watched her interestingly, raising his eyebrows. He smiled, and a mischievous glint sparkled his eyes, “You are the woman I desired. I don’t want any other women even if they are better than you. I like you, and I will give you so much love and care that you will fall for me in no time. Don't worry if you like me or not. Be prepared to become my wife." Abigail was speechless. This man would never stop teasing her. She hated his frisky nature. She just rolled her eyes and muttered, “What

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

he said. “Today,” she said. “Your wedding day.” “Oates has a sense of occasion.” She put the phone down. “Or she knew the charter was coming and held the announcement until today on purpose.” He turned her gently by the shoulders so she was facing him. His hands on her face, which had become the gesture she associated with everything that was real and direct and required to be looked at. “The Adeyemi-Harlow Framework,” he said. “Both names,” she said. “My father and your mother. On the same document.”

Abigail said, adding more flames to the fire. "Oops! I almost forgot. Darryl and I have already started with our wedding preparations. As soon as I deliver, he and I will get married. Old Master Shaw has already agreed, after he found out that you cheated on his precious son and got pregnant with another man's child." Abigail lied with a straight face.