The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback Novels & Stories

“His ex-wife, Rebecca Belmont, has come forward with a legal claim to the company—alleging that she obtained ownership five years ago.” The voice kept talking, but I’d stopped listening. My smile widened, this time reaching my eyes. Now that the story had hit national TV, all I had to do was wait. I’d planted the seed. Now I’d see what kind of chaos it would grow into. “Rebecca, the news is everywhere,” Jessica exclaimed beside me. “Do you think your family might see it?” My chest heaved as I stared at her for a while. They hadn’t shown up when my father was framed for tax evasion.

Hargrave cleared her throat loudly, and the kitchen fell silent. Lyra returned to the party, the conversation echoing in her mind. ‘The last one who tried to change things.’ What had happened to her? And why hadn't Jane mentioned Ryker's reputation for ruthlessness? She found herself at the drinks table, pouring a stronger cocktail than she usually allowed herself. As she turned, she bumped into a woman with sharp features and calculating eyes. "So you're Ryker's new wife," the woman said, looking Lyra up and down. "Not what I expected."

A giggle wafted across the air, temporarily making me forget the cause of my worry. Christina and Grayson were watching movies on the woman's laptop. There was a time when her husband would call her, and she would step out of the house and go outside. She did not want her husband to know that she was there. Why? Did Everette not know Beatrice and Grayson's whereabouts? Or did Beatrice’s siblings not know about Grayson? Why? Does it have something to do with being disowned? Christina suddenly laughed out loud while Grayson threw back his head and laughed. They were watching an animated film while I was waiting for Beatrice.

Luke slumped into a barstool, staring into his half-empty glass. The dim lighting of the bar mirrored his mood. His friend Jake sat beside him, nursing his own drink. “Man, I can’t believe you’re still hung up on Carina,” Jake said, shaking his head. “I mean, after everything?” Luke took a long sip of his drink, feeling the burn as it went down. “It’s not that simple, Jake. She was my wife, and now she’s got all the connections. If I can get back in her good graces, maybe I can salvage something.”

The atmosphere in the mansion was fraught with anticipation and tension, and Beaufort was not known for his patience. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the figure of his wife, Beatrice. She was a woman of remarkable presence, with blond hair cascading over her shoulders and a look that radiated an unwavering determination. Beaufort stood up from the armchair and greeted her with a forced smile. - Beatrice, what a pleasure to see you here - you lied shamelessly, knowing that your interactions with your wife were often marked by palpable tension. The woman smiled with subtle disdain, as if seeing through Beaufort’s false words.

Everything was messed up! On this day he was happy yet sad at the same time. He wanted to hear this news from the time he married her, he wanted her to be pregnant with his child so he could finally relive how it feels to have a complete family. A complete family with the woman he loves. But it came on this time, the moment when his wife wanted nothing to do with him. The time she hated him, the time when all she wanted was to get away from him and have nothing to do with him. He knew he had lost the trust she had in him and God forbid! He had no idea how to regain it.

“We… no. I am the bad guy each time I call out Adrian’s bullshit. You need to get Adrian to cross that line that will finally snap her out of it. I’m going to take her to David Reed’s office tomorrow. Hopefully, with your influence, we can get a consultation.” I turned my head slightly, taking in the fierce look on this woman’s face. “I will not put my hand into this. Adrian will cross the line on his own. Unfortunately. A part of me hopes he doesn’t, but knowing how he is with Olivia, it’s only a matter of time. Give or take, a week. She doesn’t like coming second. And it won’t matter how he treats her if she’s not his official wife.” Naomi breathed out. “What was she doing all these years?

Just not in the way she thought. Mrs Bennett leaned in quickly, her voice urgent. “Please, don’t cry. Be strong. You remember what I told you before we got here?” “I remember.” “Then be strong,” she said, patting my hand like she was reassuring a child. “You’re going to get everything back. Your husband, your home, your future. Everything will go back to the way it was.” I nodded again. But in my mind, I was screaming: How? How is anything going to go back to normal when he’s playing house with another woman? When he already has a child with her, and another one on the way?