The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

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

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

He let another woman touch him in front of his wife, he let a maid touch him. I watched their retrieving backs as they slowly climb the stairs leading toward his room and then they disappeared. "If you would have taken care of your husband, then I would have never given the responsibility of taking care of him to a maid." my trance of thoughts broke, as I heard my mother-in-law, and then I broke down. I ran toward my room and shutting it behind me, I fell on my bed and broke into almost painful sobs. Why would he do this? Why would I do this? Why aren't we like other happy couples? Why are we so broke and unhappy?

His voice softened “You’ve been the strength behind every smart move this company made. You’re the reason we’re standing tall tonight.” The crowd erupted again; cameras flashed to capture the moment. Clair, in her silver gown that hugged every perfect curve, smiled up at him, like the world belonged to just the two of them. And I, Vera Voss, his wife, his so-called backbone, stood in the shadows like I was invisible; He didn't even acknowledge me or mention my name for once; I was the one who stayed up helping him draft his speeches, edited those endless contracts to win over investors;

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”

I wasn’t having it, “my wife just left, walked out on me as if she was haunted by something and you are acting like some…” He sneered, “Don’t act all righteous now, you weren’t the best when she was here, why are you suddenly acting lie there was something there? Like there was something more than what it should have been?” he hissed. I pulled back, as if his words burned, because in truth they did. he wasn’t wrong, I had pushed her so hard and now, she had snapped, taken the little part of her that was left and walked away. “I did this, didn’t I? I broke her,” I whispered.

This was stupid already. “Just until he gets divorced. He is unhappy in his marriage and his wife doesn't want to make things work. I know that I shouldn't, but I just couldn't resist helping him”. I was spellbound. We were truly made to be with each other. I had been termed as a home breaker at a point, a mistress and now her. “Are you okay?” I questioned sincerely. “How do you feel? About everything?” “Awesome” her eyes twinkled for the first time since that night. “He makes me happy and I do as well. His wife isn't faithful, their marriage is just a front and he is keeping it”.

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

“Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.” “I told you Maru I don-” “No your not Mara! Can we stop fooling ourselves! You will not act like that if you don’t really care!” His voice raised a little. “Please Mara let’s fix this. Hmm?” He said begging me. I just look at him. He let a heavy sighed. “Please hear me. I don’t have a relationship with Jana. When the time that my dad ask me to break up with her, I did it. And I never reconcile or went back to her because I already have a wife, and that is you.”