The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

The champagne glass slipped from Jack Knight’s hand and shattered across the ballroom floor. The sound cut through the music. Conversations died instantly. Heads turned, investors froze mid-laugh, even the violinists missed a note. Jack didn’t notice any of them. He was staring at the woman standing beneath the crystal chandelier like he’d just seen someone rise from the dead. “Mildred…”, he breathed. The first time Mildred Jones walked into the Knight Grand Hotel, she left in tears. Tonight, she returned in diamonds, and before midnight, she planned to start tearing the family apart.

08:50 pm 10-07-2021 Yin capital He walked out of the villa. He should not have to be doing this today. His heart was broken, and he could barely breathe. But he could not just sit back and watch his wife relive this again. He had abandoned her before. He was not going to do that again. He got in the car, as the chauffeur and even Justin looked at him with pity. “Get moving.” He yelled. He could not show any emotions here. His little woman was the only person that had the right to see him emotional. It was safe to be emotional with her.

From his place at the side of the table, Theo folded his arms, his expression one of pure satisfaction as he watched his daughter embody the perfect victim. Vanessa lowered her head briefly, then lifted it again with an expression of wounded disbelief. “I never imagined… that the man I love so deeply could do something so—” Her voice cracked, the sob catching in her throat. “Something that could shatter me like this. I haven’t been able to… not for days now. Every night I lie awake, asking myself—why? What did I do wrong as his wife? Was it because I was too busy, or… has my beloved husband already turned to another woman?”

The wife kept trying to improve their relationship, but the more she tried, the more he drifted away. Until one day, the wife found evidence of her husband's infidelity. Her heart shattered into pieces, tears streaming from her eyes. She felt like her world was crumbling, everything she had believed all this time turned out to be a lie. The wife felt hurt and betrayed by the person who was supposed to protect and love her. In her despair and brokenness, the wife tried to understand the reason behind her husband's infidelity. However, the more she searched for answers, the more dark secrets were revealed. Her husband had apparently been in a relationship with another woman for several months,

The slap came so fast I didn’t see it coming. My head snapped to the side. My cheek burned. He leaned close, his voice low and furious. “Never in your life call yourself that. My wife is the woman in these pictures. If I ever see your hands touching her things again, I’ll break them myself.” He shoved me aside and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I slid down to the floor, my body shaking. That was it. I broke. Tears poured out of me, loud and messy.

She stated I scoffed. I'm the crazy one?! She purposely embarrassing me and she's saying I'm crazy? This woman is just unbelievable. I don't know how her husband puts up with her! “Giselle, be fucking serious.” He stated, “You know even if you broke up with me, no man will ever want you again.” “Excuse me?”

the husband asked, tension thick in his voice. “It’s on here—it was. Damn it! It’s this piece of shit!” She shook the tablet in her hands. “It’s that damned maid! She broke it. She broke the evidence.” Her words were nearly incoherent now, tangled in fury and panic. She spun around, wild with rage, and stormed out of the room, screaming after the maid. The husband stood there, speechless for a moment. Then he turned to me. His eyes, tired and heavy, finally met mine.

Skipping the first dance. I feel tears burning my face and threatening to fall. It stings so much that I had to leave my face and let the tears fall back. I couldn't break down like this. No. I am strong. Barely three hours into the marriage, I'm starting to regret it. Who knows what more rules or tradition he'll be skipping when we start living together. He increased his pace and I struggled to catch up with him. The son of a bitch couldn't care less that he has a bride and slows down.

The only reason he didn't throw me out of the house is definitely because he still found me useful. “Davis, how shameless can you be? You already divorced me, yet you want me to continue acting the part of the obedient and supportive wife. You don't want me, but you want to keep using me. What the fuck do you take me for?” I muttered, clenching my fists. His steps halted for a while, letting me know he heard my words. However, he continued on his way as if my words were nothing more than a dog's bark. And once again, the tears I swore would never let out came falling down as my eyes turned bloodshot.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"