The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

I asked, releasing him from my grip. “I’m too old to know her whereabouts, son,” he uttered, straightening his clothes. “She’s my maid, but I don’t know what happened to her.” I looked at him, knowing that I couldn’t get anything from him. “Get hold of yourself. You’re getting married to Bianca.” “You mean her?” I guess he had no idea what had happened to her. “I have already broken her bones.” “What the heck are you saying, son? You broke whose bone?” he asked. “Your wife.”

"You can't give me a break, can you?" "You're my wife, why would I want to give you a break? The only break I want is when we break my bed upstairs." She rolled her eyes and made her way up the stairs. I leaned back and closed my eyes. One of these days you'll find a man that will make you happy. I am not that man, and I don't deserve happiness. But maybe you do. ***

James stood rooted to the spot, humiliation burning through him as his wife was dragged away in handcuffs, shouting, crying, accusing, while the very people he had gathered tonight to reassure stared at him with judgment, suspicion, and thinly veiled disgust. Another event ruined. Another scandal. And once again, the destruction had one source. His wife. The plan for the night collapsed completely as chaos swallowed the hall, all because of the same person—his wife.

"Why are you being nice to me when you always want to hurt me, the only thing you do is use me then in the next second throw me out of your life like trash, remember no man has ever laid his fingers on me, you are allowed to because your my husband but sometimes I fear because you still insult, humiliate and talk ill back about me on top of that you are cheating on another girl, I know that feeling when someone you love doesn't love you back and no girl can bear the pain when he cheats on her please, I'm not supporting your girlfriend but I know she's a girl.........." Before she could finish her long lecture he cut her in between " she's getting married, we broke up and I'm not cheating any

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

In our third year of marriage, my wife's kept boy toy decided he wanted to break up with her. He left her nothing but a long, dramatic message and blocked her on every platform before she could respond. [You can't give me what I actually want. I don't want to keep dragging this out with you.] I watched my wife's romantic drama play out with a cold, distant expression. After three years of them breaking up and getting back together more times than I could count, I figured this was nothing new. I expected Elena Sheridan to rush straight to coax him back like always. But this time, she was ice cold about it. "He was just a plaything I kept around for amusement. Now he thinks he can threaten

The smile slowly faded from my face. “I’m telling you the truth,” she continued, her eyes dead serious. “You are the only one who can break them apart. He is a very possessive man. Now that he’s finally found a woman who can give him the one thing that has always eluded him, he won’t let her go easily. And that side of him… is very dangerous.” She leaned forward slightly. “Your wife has no idea what kind of problem she’s gotten herself into.” I let out a low breath.

He coughed so violently he dropped the glass of water in his hand. There was a blank space after that. A wide gap in his memory from the glass shattering to the man waking up to his daughter’s terrified screams. Beside him, mutilated with her eyes open, was his wife. He tried to revive her, but already knew she was dead. That was when he made a call to Anabella’s offices. Anabella broke the link, feeling for the man. There was no doubt he loved his wife. That they were happy together. For him to turn on her like that…

My mouth opened incredulously, unable to fucking speak a word when I heard him regard me as his “wife” “Your wife? Divorce papers? The moment you fucked another woman—the one that I treated as my only friend, you already lost the privilege to call me that. We are married on paper, but we have broken up before I even disappeared from your life. You don’t have the right to demand those things because you are the one who ruined us!” I turned away from him and looked up as I felt a slight pain in my head. The emotions in my chest were so strong that I didn’t think the pain in my head affected me much like how it usually did.

He say. I crack the soda open, one I took out from the fridge. “Fuck yourself.” I say nonchalantly to him. He chuckles. “There it is.” “Stop trying to cause a rift between my wife and me,” I say, turning on him now. “She’s married. And she would never want some broke-ass guy like you.” That gets a reaction. His lips curl into a smirk that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Do I really look broke?” He ask.