The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

Though from everything, the neighbors had whispered to her about there was more than a little bit of trouble in paradise these past few months. By rights, he should be the first suspect on her list; he fits all the criteria. A man down on his luck whose wife had spurned him by having an affair right under his nose for all the world to see no less, who wouldnÕt look at him. But sheÕd been there, sheÕd seen him break down on the side of the road like his world had just ended, and though she knew that there were some people who could put on a very good act and be guilty as all hell, she didnÕt get that from him. She knew a broken spirit when she saw one, and she saw that in him that day.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

You broke us as a couple, on purpose, day after day. I was already broken when I started relying on you so much after Dad died. I was distant. I was cold to everyone. I didn’t know how to be a good husband. You saw that broken part in me and you used it. You fed it. You made me believe I couldn’t love properly. You made me believe that love was weakness and that business was the only thing that mattered. You made me believe I didn’t deserve happiness with Sophia, that I should just focus on money.

To the way something inside me had shattered at the sight. I needed to fix this. I needed to understand why seeing her break had felt like breaking myself. She was my wife. My wife.

Getting out of the car he made his way to the centre of the commotion. There stood 2 police cars and one red Ferrari. The windshield of the Ferrari was broken and a window had a big crack on it. His gaze next went to an old lady standing at the side getting her arm and knees bandaged. Her gaze was fixed on someone and he followed it. But what he saw next made him push through the gathered crowd and move forward. In the centre stood his not so beautiful wife. Her bun all loose on her head, eyes furious and her small hands pushing back a man double her size.

Pain shot through my body as he roughly handled me, and tears streamed down my face. "I didn't get the wrong room, Nina. You're my wife," William growled as he yanked at my clothes, his eyes bloodshot. "I know our child is gone, and that hurts me too. But Jones died for me. I can't betray him, so you'll have to bear this burden..." he whispered against my ear, the stench of alcohol making my head spin. "You know, the truth is, I'm actually—" "Enough!" I screamed, using the last of my strength to shove him off me.

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

"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. ***

My physical pain nothing compared to what I was feeling emotionally and mentally. A muffled voice, my husband's, pleaded from the other side of the door. "Lauren, please. Open the door let’s talk about it." But his words were just a cruel echo, a reminder of the promises he'd broken. He promised to never hurt me again and in less than 92 hours he made that promise, he broke it. In the worst way possible. He’s having a child with another woman while married to me. Not just any woman but my own cousin. I wanted to scream, to rage, to tear the world apart, but all that emerged was a broken sob.

This must be so hard for her, but she can't keep Casper, her husband, in her arms when Casper already betrayed her and broke her for the first time. I thought they would be the best couple I could imagine. Casper showed her love to Candy before I got married to Troy. They're inseparable and always on each other's side. Casper always makes time for his wife when he's at his office. He didn't forget about Candy; he even busted several women who attempted to court him. He even revealed Candy as his partner to the press several times just to prove that she owns him and he owns her. And now, this news is a bomb for her and for us as well. I can't imagine them having one another, and Candy was cry