The Surrendered Wife Novels & Stories

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

Just honestly, in the way that people are honest when they're too exhausted to be anything else. And I'd said, Then I will. We didn't do paperwork. We didn't call lawyers, which is funny given that I am one. We just made an agreement the way people make agreements when they are too deep in grief to think about consequences. He would go. I would stay. Lily would be mine. For three years, he kept his word. And so did I. **************** I was reviewing a deposition summary when my phone rang at six-seventeen that evening. Unknown number, but local. I let it go to voicemail, finished the paragraph I was on, and listened to the message.

After my husband, Leo Barton, sent me back to my hometown for a month, he used this window to remove my daughter’s kidney to save his childhood sweetheart, Rosette Smith. While his childhood sweetheart was rescued, my daughter caught a severe case of acute kidney failure due to an infection. When I rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, she strained a smile and whimpered, “Mom… I saved Aunt Rosette. Does that mean… does that mean that Dad won’t leave us?”

She'd been monitoring him since she got back—and messaging Sandy under his name. Over the past few days, "Peter" had been stringing Sandy along, feeding her lies without ever meeting in person. One message stood out: [Planning to divorce Fay and marry you instead. Start getting ready for our future.] Sandy's reply turned my stomach: [You heartless man, finally deciding to marry me, huh? Why do you even care about that old hag? She's useless. No kid, no future. Not like me—I'm about to have your baby.]

Better still, word of this would spread as a shining example of his benevolence, proof that the crown honored its soldiers and rewarded virtue. "Granted." That one word was all I needed. I bowed my head in thanks, a cold smile hidden against the stone. In my previous life, I gave ground at every turn, believing it would earn me even an ounce of sincerity in return. What did it get me? I surrendered my title as lawful wife, surrendered my son's future, surrendered 20 years of my life, and in the end, I died in a crumbling cottage where no one even brought me a cup of warm water.

I should have found a way to refuse him when he came onto me, but I only did as he asked without hesitation, giving in and letting him do with me as he wished, and I did it not once, twice, or thrice, but so many times that I lost count. "You go to him, thinking and believing you will be the one he loves and opens his soul up to. I was told that he had no soul but I refused to believe it. Now, I pay the price and sit unattended while my husband adds women to his harem without any thought to how it makes me feel. All the women in Suro Kingdom must laugh at me and think of me as a fool, dreaming of sleeping with my husband while I sit and watch as the cuckquean. I hear that is what the women i

He said sincerely by shedding tears for cursing his own stupidity, yes he used to admit that Kevin was a very handsome man but he wasted the man's efforts if Kevin gave up then he would never feel this happy. "Shh, don't say that because I won't give up on getting you, whatever I will do" He said as he hugged his wife tightly and he said "Sleep I will take care of you sweetheart" He nodded then closed his eyes while tightening his grip on the clothes his husband was wearing and now a happy day has enveloped the girl's life, making her remember this happy moment. In her heart, the girl is very grateful for having Mate like her husband who does not know the word surrender and now it is proven

She stood rigid, as if holding her body back from its own betrayal. Ethan stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Then let me make sure it’s a night you’ll never forget.” Her heart pounded. She hated how her body leaned toward him even as her mind screamed against it. And when his hand brushed her arm, that invisible line between resistance and surrender dissolved once again. Later, when it was over, she lay in silence, staring at the ceiling. Guilt washed over her like a tide she couldn’t swim against. Beside her, Ethan smirked faintly, utterly unrepentant.

His voice is low, almost pleading, but leaving no room for doubt: "Gracias… sign. You have to sign." A shiver runs through me. It's not just a request — it's an order disguised as advice, a pressure crushing my chest. I close my eyes for a moment, searching for air that might keep me from suffocating. I feel my heart tighten even more when I notice Inès's presence behind me, her gaze hard as a blade. Her soft but cutting voice pierces the silence: "Give me your husband, Gracias. He'll be better off with me. You know this is the moment. Don't let yourself be paralyzed by your memories."

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.