The Spare Wife Abigail Novels & Stories

I gave a faint, weary smile and coughed a few times. "Long time no see, Anna." Anna Digby's expression softened slightly. She let out a scoff and plopped down on the edge of the bed. "If I hadn't happened to pass by, you'd have fried your brain in that rain and turned into a vegetable. "What about your wife?" At the mention of Maeve, my heart ached again. Seeing my pale face, Anna wisely dropped the subject and handed me my phone.

They will leave early tomorrow morning, I think. Fallon cast her eyes down, fearful her mother would see her utter disgust. The more time she spent in Warren’s presence, the more her hatred for him grew. This was what her life was to be. Married to a simpleton. Without his father’s riches, he would be no more than the village idiot. “Warren will make a fine husband,Fallon. You must simply be the dutiful wife and acquiesce to his will,” Abigail continued. “You must make this sacrifice for your family. Your children will want for nothing in this life.”

Her eyes locked onto Skye once again, and her smirk returned, more menacing than before. "I'm not here to cause trouble," Abigail said, her voice dripping with insincerity. She looked Skye up and down once more, her gaze lingering just long enough to make her point. "I just came to wish you a happy wedding life. After all, Xavier and I go way back. It's only natural for me to be here, don't you think?" Britney stepped forward, blocking Abigail's path to Skye like a shield. "Leave," Britney demanded, her voice unwavering as she stared Abigail down. "You have no business here, and I'm not about to let you ruin Skye's day with your nonsense."

She said, "This is not the life I planned for myself, married to a man without a job, and now I have to work as his maid." She looked at him, but he could not be bothered at all. He kept operating his computer while occasionally glancing at the TV to see what was going on at the wedding, which was broadcasted live. Abigail saw her baby crying on the floor and turned her eyes away, "I can't believe that slave Ivy is the one getting married to the prince." Victor stared at her, "So what? Are you regretting?" "I should be the one asking you," Abigail replied. "Are you regretting?"

Ivy was a strong woman but the zeal to help flooded through Abigails' mien. "Tony won't die at thirty-five in the hands of any whore mom, God will help us. At least I have the title of his wife and I also have you. He will change. He will be the first," Abigail comforted her and she was going to make sure of it, even when she didn't know how. One thing was clear that as long as Tony allowed strange women close to him, no one would be able to tell who was a spy. Ivy had lost hope that Abigail would curb the situation but she couldn't give up entirely. "I hope so."

After all, it was stated on her marriage certificate that her spouse's name was Nathan Hart. "I-I'm a little hungry, Mr. Zane. Please excuse me to go grab a bite," Abigail said as she rushed out of the private room like a track star. 'I can't handle a situation like that. It's better if the two of them talk it out without me there,' she thought. Ron watched as Abigail left and withdrew his gaze much later than Xander. "I envy you for having such a gentle and considerate wife who's also understanding, Xander."

Sara evilly smirked at her. Abigail's hand clenched on her words, and she walked to her private space before making a loud and clear response over her lowly statement, "Ms Sara, you should check on yourself before making an assumption about others, because I am not the one who tries to pursue a married man before his wife. It's you, and I am sure you did a great job getting my husband's attention, but do you know what? He doesn't like vulgar women like you." "Abigail!" Sara raised her hand, almost prepared to hit her cheeks, but Abigail managed to save herself at the right time and blocked her hand before pushing it harder.

“No wonder he never dignified those rumors about him and Celes. Chloe’s a powerhouse in her own right.” Abigail stared at the door Chloe had just exited, her thoughts tangled. Why pretend to be Edward’s wife? Then again… maybe it wasn’t pretense. Chloe and Edward shared history, and truth be told, she was the more believable match. Who’d ever accept that she—the quiet secretary—was his actual wife? “Ah—” Abigail murmured, clutching her stomach suddenly. “You okay? Something wrong?” Clara asked, her concern kicking in at once. “It’s just a stomach cramp,” Abigail replied quietly.

"They're here." My stomach dropped. And there she was. Abigail strutted in like she owned the place, wrapped in a red dress that left zero to the imagination. Her gaze flicked over me—quick, dismissive—before locking onto Rolin with a smirk that said 'really?' Rolin's arm banded around my waist before she could speak. "My wife." Abigail's mask slipped for half a second. "Charmed," she purred, syrup-sweet. Then—the bitch actually went there. "Weren't you married to Alex Moreau?"