The Untold Wife Novels & Stories

This time, there was a footage of him leaving the penthouse with his assistant, both swarmed with reporters and flashes. And beneath it, the words that made my stomach twist: The mysterious wife remains unidentified except for a single name, Ava. NO. What have you done Adrian? I tugged my boys closer. “Keep your heads down, okay?” Aiden blinked up at me. “Did something happen?” I crouched, brushing his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that, honey.” “Then why do you look sad?” Aaron asked softly. Because your father might destroy everything — again.

She told me, "You shouldn't give up like this. You still need to prove your parents' innocence." During the darkest and most painful period of my life, Quinn was the one who stayed beside me and helped me out of the darkness little by little. For years, we investigated the truth together. Finally, one day, we discovered that a certain married couple had been involved. And we found evidence. Just as I was preparing to expose the truth to the public, Quinn suddenly became pregnant and gave birth. And only now did I learn that the couple we had traced everything back to were Chester's parents.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

A third followed right after. Funny how he keeps telling you he has nothing to hide... while his wife spends her life locked inside a psychiatric hospital. Ask him why no one was allowed to know she existed. Shock slammed into me like a wave. I sank onto the edge of the bed, the phone still warm in my hand, trembling slightly as if it no longer belonged to me. Nathaniel had a wife. I said it again in my head, slower this time, like repeating it might make it turn into something else.

THE UNWANTED WIFE 2: THE LOVE WE BUILT CHAPTER 5 – The Villareal mansion had never felt so quiet. Even the household staff seemed to sense the tension surrounding the family. No one dared to interrupt the conversation happening inside Alexander's private office. Nathaniel sat on the sofa with his arms crossed. Adrian stood near the window, while Althea remained beside her husband. On the desk lay Nathaniel's phone, displaying the threatening messages he had received the previous night.

"You can ask." "What did you do? Before." "Before Damien?" "Before whatever put you on that curb." Something in me stiffened. But he said it so plainly, no pity, no probing, only interest, that the answer came out of me like water from a cracked pipe. "I was a wife," I said. "That was my title. But I also ran my husband's household, his dinner parties, and half his client relationships. I fixed his company's customer systems when they broke. I rewrote his proposals at two in the morning so he could present them at nine and take the credit." I swallowed. "He never noticed. Or he noticed and liked it."

She had not eaten since morning and had not noticed until then. "The man with the keys," Clara said. "Did you get his name?" "Wallace. He wrote it on the receipt." Clara laughed suddenly and covered her mouth. "Last week you did not know the name of the woman who cleaned your floors." "I know it now. Rosa. She has a son in the north who writes to her on Sundays." Clara did not answer. She rested her hand on Isabella's wrist for a moment, then stood to order food, since neither of them was going to cook.

After three heartbreaking failed inseminations, a neglected wife discovers that her husband has been secretly sleeping with her sister and intends to replace her with the woman carrying his child. Her world collapses when she learns her final insemination succeeded—but the baby belongs to a billionaire stranger whose sperm was mistakenly used by the fertility clinic. The billionaire immediately claims responsibility for his unborn child and refuses to let the pregnant woman face the scandal alone. What begins as an arrangement to protect an heir slowly becomes a love neither of them planned for. Meanwhile, the husband who rejected her discovers that the wife he considered worthless poss

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

"Miaree. Where is my wife?" She staggered back slightly, her hand coming up to plant a clumsy pat against my chest. "Your wife? Who... wait. I know that face. You're Kianna’s husband! Hey, everyone, look! It's the handsome husband!" Her expression suddenly soured, her brow furrowing as she jabbed a finger into my shoulder. "Wait a minute. Why did you lie to her, huh? Why are you keeping secrets?" My jaw tightened. 'What did Kianna tell her?'