Novel & Cerita The Wife He Didn't Deserve

“I won’t change the will. Audrey is my daughter, and she will inherit everything. You and Amelia will be provided for, but you will not take what belongs to her. If you want your own part of the will then fight for it like everyone else. Stop waiting on handouts. You won’t receive any from me. I can’t believe I have to tell you this over and over again like a child. You are an adult yet you behave like a child. This is appalling to say the least. Now stop this nonsense and let me be.” I felt a surge of rage rise in my chest, and before I could stop myself, the words spilled out. “She doesn’t deserve it, Eric! She’s not even around! She’s off living her perfect little life with her perfect li

“You were travelling.” There it was again. Not accusation. Not anger. Just facts. Simple facts that somehow hurt more every time he heard them. He leaned back in his chair. “My grandmother said I married a remarkable woman.” Elena looked away immediately. “She exaggerates.” “No.” His answer came quickly. “I think I spent years assuming everyone saw you the way I did.” Her eyes returned to his. “And how was that?” The question deserved honesty. “As my wife.” He shook his head slowly. “Not as Elena.”

Being Mrs. Schrett was supposed to be Shirley's happily ever after. Instead, it became the place where she buried every dream she ever had. When she discovers her husband's years-long affair, Shirley refuses to let her daughters grow up in a home built on deceit. She eventually walks away with nothing but her children and the forgotten talent she once sacrificed for love. Five years later, she returns as the woman behind one of the country's fastest growing luxury jewelry brands. Damien Schrett doesn't recognize the quiet wife he once knew in the confident businesswoman standing before him. He only knows he can't stop thinking about her. Now that fate has brought them toget

Alina shook her head faintly. “No.” A pause. “I’m just no longer pretending it didn’t hurt.” Silence. Heavy. Then Lucien noticed something else. Ethan was watching from across the room. Waiting. Patient. Interested. Something dark moved instantly through Lucien’s expression again. Possessiveness. Sharp and immediate. “She’s still my wife,” he said suddenly. Alina looked at him for a long second. Then calmly replied, “Only on paper.” That answer hit him harder than expected. Because she said it without emotion.

It had not come as so much of a surprise that Noah had slapped Natalia once again. “A man who hits his wife, girlfriend, or even any woman in general is not a man, but a wannabe who feels inferior to other men and unworthy of anything that overs get, and so he comes back to his house and takes out all the anger and his miserable state on his wife. That is not even a boy.” Natalia looked up and saw that his nostrils were flaring. “Nobody knows what you are, and so it seems like you need to get character development and work on yourself, because this version of you was not the one I got married to.” Natalia shrugged.

He should not even recall such horrendous memory, she don't deserve to be in his memories. He got dressed to the clothes given to him feeling more like his old self ready to take charge. All he needs to know now is more about his second wife who seem really loving and caring. She sounded so sad talking about his first wife, like they shared some good old times that she is holding onto. That murderer does not deserve anything good, she does not. Even though he's felt like he was in a coma for many years, he knew he was not that old but feels old at the thought of having another wife.

Does he even deserve it? Yeah…. He will say that he was deceived by Evelyn, but that is just a fuckig excuse. Three years into their marriage, he did nothing but hurt her. He knew her for three years, but he believed the false accusation on her while his friend didn't. He was supposed to be her husband. He was supposed to trust her but he didn't. He doesn’t deserve redemption at all.

“He belittled me every day. Told me I wasn’t enough. That I wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t pretty enough. And when I couldn’t give him children, he made sure I never forgot it.” The jury shifted, eyes narrowing at Daniel. Adrian cleared his throat. “So your bitterness comes from—” “No,” she cut him off. “It comes from years of being treated like I was worthless. He never touched me, not like a husband should. He shut me out. There was no intimacy, no care. Just control. He wanted a wife who would stand in the corner and smile while he pulled the strings.” Her throat tightened, but she forced herself on. “When I cried, he said I was crazy. When I got quiet, he said I was cold. There was no way t

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.