The Wife He Broke 소설 & 이야기

Not only does she look dangerously delicious, she is grinding against a man in the centre of the dance floor. Why the hell is my wife grinding against a twat? A loud sound of a glass breaking, tears through the air and I'm brought back to reality. I just crushed the glass that I was holding. I shake my hand, so the pieces can fall off. Thankfully I'm not injured, but it hurts. I'll think of the Odin after I destroy the man that thinks my wife's body was made for him. "Uh... Rowan, you need to calm down." Jax is saying to me, but my legs are already up and moving down the stairs and towards where my wife is up against a man that's not me.

Is there a problem? It took a while for me to respond. “It’s not a problem. I just needed your skills for this one. I want you to find my wife. Anything you can find on her will be helpful.” [Your…wife.] I heard the way his voice dropped and felt disappointment even through the phone. [Are you sure? She’s a spy. She ruined us.] I stared straight at the road and stepped on the break when the traffic light beamed red. I heaved a sigh. It’s time I admit this anyway. She broke me, for sure, but…

I stayed quiet for a few seconds, and it wasn’t until my chest ached at the fact that my mate was sobbing in our bedroom that I got up from my seat. “I will go and check on my wife, and for now, I will not ask questions, but you need to keep in mind that this conversation is nowhere near being over” I said, turning to the door “and this time, you won’t answer to the poor woman who you broke just now. I will be the one speaking to you, and if you don’t have the balls for it, you can choose to get up and get the fuck out. The woman has suffered enough living under your roof, at our marriage’s beginning, and now was just another shock to her; therefore, this is your LAST warning, should you THI

She will never be loyal to him, and he doesn't want his wife to sleep with other men behind his back. "The woman whom you are calling a 'W*ore ' is actually my lawfully wedded wife. So be careful with how you speak about her. She is Mrs. Bianchi. You cannot come inside my house and hurt her and insult her like this. I will not tolerate you being disrespectful about my wife. So now you understand the reason why I broke our engagement, I want you to leave and never come back" he declared with a blank face. Sylvia gasped with shock. When she decided to come here, she was not expecting to hear this kind of news from him. This is not even the last thing she thought she would hear.

His Wife and his family is by his side and that's enough to win this game. Elena held his hand as if assuring him..Xavier looked at Elena..He is broken..His eyes shows his broken state..His Respect is something very important to him.. Seeing some people and media accusing him broke his heart..Her Husband's broken state angered her..She won't leave this bitch..she will make sure she suffer hell on Earth..It's Time for her destruction..she will make sure of it..one proof just one proof to prove his innocence then she will do anything to ruin this bitch for playing with their relationship and her husband's reputation..

"But why would she do something like that? Didn't she have a reason?" "I've asked Caine for one reason but all he says is that it didn't work out. Which sounds vague every time I think about it." I massaged her feet as I went on. "She broke him. She broke Caine. He isn't the same man he once was, love. And he is the first man I know who had been broken by marriage. Or love." "Well, there are others." "I know. But I am a witness to this very one. So I don't take it lightly."

I laughed in her face while she started to cry, covering her body with her arms. "My wife was a piece of shit" I spat making her gasp. "My wife wasn't even my real wife, she was a fucking traitor, betrayer, a whore I used" I seethed out in anger. "But my Faith, she is my lover, my soulmate, SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MY WIFE.....THE MOTHER OF MY CHILDREN" I shouted making her scream. "I was hurt Clara, I was really hurt but what hurt me the most was that I broke the girl who I loved, the girl who I promised to protect and marry but I broke those promises" I whispered going back to my past thoughts.

“Two years, back when I was just carving out my first territory. She was there, beautiful, ambitious, but weak. She cheated, fucked some lowlife, took the money I’d entrusted her, and ran to Russia. That’s it. She’s nothing now.” I listened, my fingers tracing his jaw, feeling the truth in his detachment. “I know our world, tesoro,” I said, voice steady. “Women come and go in your bed, always have. Being your wife isn’t for the faint-hearted. I’m not some fragile thing who’ll break because of your past or your affairs. I know who I married, a don, a killer, a man who needs a woman as unbreakable as he is. The wife title isn’t just a ring; it’s a crown I wear with blood.”

John was furious, cursing me viciously. [You only have your privilege to thank. You're just lucky to be born with good parents. What makes you think you can act all high and mighty?] [I stole your woman and took your house. Doesn't that bother you?] I responded slowly. [I'm not like you. You had a winning hand and managed to mess it up completely. Me? I might not play it perfectly, but I didn't blow it.] Then, I muted his number. Half a year later, my lawyer contacted me with news about a breakthrough in the divorce case.

I clutched at my stomach as though I could hold myself together, but I was unraveling, piece by piece. Then the truth landed with the weight of an iron bell. I repeated it like a confession: “My marriage was ruined the day he shoved his dick into another woman. The day he brought his mistress home and lied that she was his cousin. The day he used my inability to have children against me and crowned her swollen belly with our chandelier light. The day he watched his mother strike me and offered no defense.” By now, tears were not a surprise, they were a currency I kept spending until I was bankrupt. I remember the vows. They come back like a hymn twisted by static; I can hear my own voice, yo