The Untold Wife Novels & Stories

"You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that, did you?! Your perfect plan was ruined by such a repulsive wench! Serves you right!" When he finished his rant, he pant

She was just drifting by, with all her family and her family's company overseas. If it hadn't been for Richard, she never would have come back here, never would have given up her career to become a housewife. And what did she get for it? She gave everything, only to end up abandoned without a care. Everyone saw her as a joke. Everyone knew she and Richard weren't really married. They toyed with her like a fool. Silent and lost in thought, Maria wandered down the street until her phone rang. Seeing Trent's name, she remembered the things he had said to Richard in the office and clenched her phone. The disdain on his face when he mentioned her stabbed in her chest.

The headline says: "ASHCROFT FOUNDATION RETURNS—LEO SERRANO AND WIFE EXPECT FIRST CHILD." Wife? The world tilted on its axis. "They… married?" Pandora's tone is subdued. "Two months ago. Secret wedding in Paris. That's how she received diplomatic coverage—she's now legally part of the Ashcroft board by marriage." "She manipulated us," I gasp. "She wanted us busy so that she could set up her power pieces." "No," Pandora answers. "She wanted Cassian dead. But not before… " I look at her. "Before what?"

The Unwanted Wife has finally come to an end! ✧ To be honest, this wasn’t how I originally planned to finish the story. But somewhere along the way, my heart changed, and so did the ending. I know some of you may be surprised that the epilogue was written from Lucas’ point of view, but I chose to write it not to justify his actions, but simply to tell his side of the story. I genuinely felt like he deserved that. And truthfully, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night unless I shared his backstory, and that’s how the epilogue came to life.

an unfamiliar guy walked in. “You are?” I raised a brow at him. “Blake, Mr. Knight's assistant. I'll be driving you to the place Mr. Knight prepared for you….” “Oh, my God Dahlia, you need to see this!” Anita suddenly flipped out, cutting the guy off and shoving her phone into my face. “A Cunning Wife cheats on her husband and aborts their child without his knowledge.” The headlines of the article on her phone read. I shoved the phone away. “That has nothing to do with me, Anita…”

The noise was like an attack, a huge wave of opinion breaking forward to sweep Maddison up in it. "Is that... Carter?" a woman's sharp, mean voice cut into the chaos by the balcony door. It was Henderson's wife, the woman in the sequined evening dress, and unsurprisingly her face carried a look of shock. "I told you so," her husband, a board member, shouted next to her, his voice somewhat rough from scotch. "I knew he had an eye for... RAW TALENT." He laughed loudly, the sound wet and nasty. CLICK.

A low chuckle echoed from the other side. “Tell me something, Vincent…” the voice continued lazily. “Do you even know your wife has a mole on her thigh?” Everything inside me froze. What? My grip around the phone tightened so hard my knuckles turned pale instantly. How the hell did this person know something like that? Actually… did she even have one? I frowned immediately. I honestly didn’t know. And somehow that realization disturbed me badly. Because despite being married to Nyelle for five years, I suddenly realized there were probably countless things about her body I had never properly noticed.

Jonathan said, reaching for his glass. "It won't change anything tonight."he added while Albert was quiet for a moment but Jonathan continued, "You know what this looks like? Damien and his wife got into an accident and the first thing her family encounters is our gate closed against them while Marie and Amber stand and watch. That is the story now. Whatever the truth turns out to be, that is the version people will tell."He set the glass down without drinking. "Hmm”Albert sighed, "And Damien…"he stated

Old ones, from the marriage, reframed in the worst possible light. The implication was not subtle either. Unfaithful wife. Disputed child. A woman who had cheated during her marriage and was now using a boy of questionable paternity to claw her way back into a billionaire’s empire. That was the story. Three hundred words and four photographs to tell it. I put my phone in my pocket. Stood there for a moment on the park steps with the cold air and the sound of traffic and the very specific feeling of something being taken from you before you had even decided whether you wanted it.

Nolan Reed could wait in Walter’s drawer, but two women in the waiting room were discussing my divorce, and neither of them knew I was three chairs away. I pulled my scarf higher and studied the fish. The hospital had insisted on a follow-up, so I had come in sunglasses, and the women sat by the tank with one phone between them. “It’s final today, apparently. The papers came through this morning.” The first woman tilted the phone toward her friend. “Good. That poor man has suffered enough.” The second woman scrolled. “Did you read the one about her? ‘The Wife Who Wasn’t There.’ My cousin is in the wives’ chat. She says the wives always found her a little... staff.”