The Wife He Broke Novels & Stories

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

Despite saying ‘Maybe, I may reconsider along the way’ The word didn't seem real anymore, unlike the first time he heard it. “Of course I'm angry. I thought you will never understand how it feels to be angry when you can't even vent it out.” He retorted furiously. Apparently, he was working on his voice. He seemed a bit off each time he uttered a word, it was cracking like someone that was broken inside. “You shouldn't have asked. The truth is going to break your heart.” “Maybe it would shatter into another thousand pieces if I don't hear the truth.” “Richard is my ex-husband.” She disclosed the huge secret she had never told him before. She gulped down her saliva nervously.

“Not if I act first.” He strode forward, the calm mask gone, replaced by the force of a man cornered and enraged. “You thought you could hurt me… through her. Through my wife. But she’s not a pawn. And I don’t let pawns dictate my empire.” Ethan faltered. Just slightly. That was all Lucas needed. “I gave you every chance to stay loyal,” Lucas continued. “You chose betrayal. So now… you’re finished here. And if you touch her again—”

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

“The cracked phone. The folder.” “I know,” she said. “Me too.” “If I hadn’t run after you,” he said. “You did though,” she said. “That’s the only version that matters.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Three months ago,” he said, “you were standing on a street being called someone’s cousin. And tomorrow you’re going to stand in this room and become my wife.” She felt that move through her, slow and warm, the full weight of how far the distance had been and how short the time.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

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..

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.

Like saying it would make it too real again. “He married her. Took her money. Turned her against her family. He used her to drain her family .... Bit by bit, he chipped away at her world until there was nothing left but him, the saviour and the problem all at once.” He paused. “She didn’t even realise what was happening until it was too late.” I swallowed hard. “What happened to her?” “She broke,” he said simply. “And then she disappeared. Not physically, but emotionally. Spiritually. The woman who raised me, was... she was gone before I was even born.”

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____