The Untold Wife Novels & Stories

Alice, listening on Wayne’s other side, was wearing a disbelieving expression. Jarred moved next to Alice. “There are a lot of rumors going around about this guy. Some says he’s imprisoned his wife at home so she can’t cheat on him. Or that his marriage was fake and he doesn’t actually love the woman. It’s all for show. Wayne Anderson’s married but not many people know who his wife is, what she looks like, what she does… So many stories have cropped up. But don’t believe any of those. This guy’s head over heels about his wife. But I guess it’s true he’s afraid someone will try to take her away from him.”

We had paid media houses to announce that anyone who provided useful information would be greatly rewarded. ‘How did I not see beyond the facade my wife put to the front? I am her husband I should know she was bitter about me getting Crystal pregnant and having Pearl. I never saw it all coming. How did I miss the signs?’ Mr Rotman said distraught. ‘Don’t beat yourself up about it. We are all humans. She knew your weak points; she is your wife,’ my grandfather said, trying to console Mr Rotman. ‘As things stand now if we don't get a solution, I might have to just sign the document,’ Mr. Rotman said.

He said, holding her hands. "Promise me you will never leave me again?" "Ok." She said as he wiped her tears. "I want to tell you a beautiful love story over dinner." She wanted to tell him what she remembered and about her real husband. But she was scared. "I'm scared." "Why are you scared, Zari? You can tell me anything. I'm not going to hurt you." He tried to tell her. Zari took in a deep breath. "I was married, but not you but to another man."

Suddenly, a bold headline on the screen read: “Elliot Family Scandal Resurfaces: Wife of Convicted Man Speaks Out.” Elena froze. Her hand paused mid-air as the anchor’s voice filled the room. “Breaking news: Mrs. Kurtis, wife of the man imprisoned for operating a high-profile prostitution ring linked to the Elliot family, came forward with shocking revelations. She claims her son was kidnapped to take the fall for Andrew Elliot and his family. Let’s take a closer look.” The screen cut to a clip of Mrs. Kurtis, a weary woman with hollow eyes, standing outside a modest home. Her hair was streaked with gray, and the lines on her face spoke of years of hardship.

She slowly turned around, remote in hand, and looked at him like she was about to cry. “This is all my fault,” she muttered before tears flowed down her pretty face. He walked towards her and pulled her into his arms, tightly hugging her. They stood there in silence as the television kept going. ‘Zaria Akurst, the wife of Clyde Akurst, was rumored to be caught playing the two young men at once. According to the report, she was never missing in the first place. Instead, she's been sleeping with the billionaire and deserted her husband whom she gave her vows to. Truly remarkable, a single woman is the cause between the tension of the wealthy young men of the Akurst and Fauler family. Let's tak

I sank to the floor of the closet, the journal clutched to my chest, and finally let myself break. Not quiet tears or controlled grief, but ugly sobs that tore through my chest like claws. Because I'd had a wife who'd married me with hope. Who'd tried to love me despite everything. Who'd pressed a flower in a journal to mark what could have been the beginning of what she'd believed could be a real partnership. And I'd killed her slowly over four years of dismissal and neglect and choosing someone else again and again. I'd killed her hope first. Then I'd killed her.

Ross, Sebastian’s ex-girlfriend, the woman who had played a central role in the painful breakdown of his marriage to Fiona. And Helen, Ross’s close friend. Irene had seen their faces splashed across tabloids and society pages over the years, especially during the scandals that had surrounded Sebastian’s previous life. These were not old images. The women’s appearances, their hairstyles, even the faint tan lines visible on their skin suggested the photos were recent, taken long after Ross and Helen had supposedly disappeared from public view. A small white note rested on top of the pile, written in neat, block letters: “Know who your husband really is.”

I will not allow that pattern to continue here. --- The Unexpected Truth When I decided to marry Anna Santos— I believed I was solving a problem. Family pressure. Corporate stability. Public optics. Clear. Logical. Necessary. What I did not anticipate— Was respect. I respect her restraint. Her intelligence. Her ability to remain composed under scrutiny. I respect that she did not attempt to manipulate my parents. I respect that she did not ask what she would gain. She asked what she should say. That distinction— Is critical. --- Final Shift

Instead there was nothing. No soft music playing in the kitchen. No lights left on. No movement. Just silence. I told myself it didn’t matter. The divorce was already finalized anyway. This was what needed to happen. So why did the house suddenly feel colder? A knock interrupted my thoughts. “Come in.” My assistant stepped inside carefully. “Sir, the legal department sent over the final property documents regarding Mrs. Cole.” Ex wife. The correction almost came automatically in my head. “Leave them there.”

He said it with gritted teeth, looking at her as if she was the worst thing that ever happened to him. And just like that, Hazel Anderson became Hazel Kingston. The wife of the richest man, but also the most unwanted woman in the world.