The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback Novels & Stories

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

“You don’t get to decide that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Don’t be naïve. I see her for what she is. She doesn’t belong in this family, in your world. You’ve always been reckless with women, but this…” she shook her head, “this is worse. She’s an opportunist. A waitress who saw her chance and took it.” “She’s my wife.” “Conveniently,” She snapped. “And yet none of us were there. No one met her. No family. No friends. Just a sudden marriage in Reno?” Her gaze burned into me. “You expect me to believe that?”

he said quietly and moved closer to them. "Sure thing. I wasn't done with her, but I will let her go out of respect since you showed up. She is your wife after all. So, you may have her back," Shane chuckled. He let her go. Serena crawled into the couch and buried her face in a pillow. "I must say your wife is the best I've ever had. A premium object. You are a very lucky man. Although I bet you don't feel very lucky at the moment. Do you?" Shane mocked.

The woman was now speaking to an elderly man, laughing loudly at something he said and at a closer look, I realized she looked eerily familiar. Isolde kept pulling me towards Ariadne Hunt when it finally clicked – where I’d seen her. She was Aurora. Aurora, my wife. Ex. Ex wife. I stopped moving with Isolde and looked around. “My father is going to be pissed that I didn’t find him right away. Introduce me another time.” I softly patted her arm and walked off, telling myself not to look back as I saw my father standing afar off, shooting me an annoyed look.

She stopped halfway and watched. Williams had arrived home drunk and staggered as he walked towards the staircase. He looked at the stairs and saw his wife. He slung her off and climbed up. "Where have you been?" She asked him, pissed off by his lateness. "That shouldn't bother you." He said, slurring his words. He held the handrail as he climbed up. Rebecca was dissatisfied with his answer and went after him. She entered his room unannounced. Williams turned his head round and flashed a glance at her. He ignored her and let out a sigh.

Adrian was behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other squeezing her breast, his face twisted in pleasure. "Fuck," he groaned. "God, I love your tits. So much better than—" "Shut up," Maribel hissed, cutting him off. "Don't wake her." But Adrian kept going, kept squeezing, kept moving, and I watched from the shadows of the balcony as my fiancé fucked my best friend on the couch where we watched movies together. The scene was familiar. Horribly, devastatingly familiar. Like déjà vu, except I knew exactly why. I'd walked in on this before. In my first life, at the estate, the positions were different. The location was different.

I'd made my decision the moment Mia's scared voice came through the phone. There was something going on between that man and my wife, I do not want to sound controlling but all of Bianca's friend as few as they were, were mine first and became hers by association. And this was someone that I did not know, having free access to my wife. I didn't not like it and I was going to get to the bottom of this.

She rolled her eyes. “What if we trick that slut somewhere, get some boys to beat her or even destroy that dirty hole of hers?” She said and I raised my brows. “You're actually right… maybe that could scare her away.” I squeaked and she sat straight next to me. “Of course it would, we can even take pictures of her nudes and blackmail her with them, threaten her to cancel her wedding with your man.” Betty added and I nodded slowly. “After all Sir Charles Blackwood would never force her into a marriage with his son.”

I almost exposed that I was a werewolf , a part of a powerful high-society family, secretly hidden and deeply tied to the elite. The only issue? I’d already cut ties with both my father and sister. Desmond chuckled, clearly amused by my hesitation. It felt like he was mocking my inability to prove my high status. “You don’t need to know anything else about me,” I said sharply, still smiling sweetly for the cameras. “What you already know is more than enough.” “Dear husband,” I added with a soft voice, “shall we go inside? Let’s show the world our love.” Desmond smiled back. “Since my dear wife insists—so shall it be. Let the world witness our love.”

she asked, her tone curt. Avery took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Hello, Mrs. Anderson," she said. "It's a pleasure to meet you at this beautiful gathering.” “A gathering that isn’t met for lowlife like you.” Mrs. Anderson hated to see Avery again, when they had already found another wife for Stephen. "You always did have a habit of overstaying your welcome," Mrs. Anderson said, her eyes narrowed. "And I see that you've found another way to sponge off of other people. What is it this time? A new man to leech off of?"