The Wife He Didn't Deserve Novels & Stories

Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash. "Now, I've found my own happiness. Please stop pestering me." Lisa acted as if she had not heard anything. She kept demanding, "You're from the Baker family. Why didn't you tell me? The company's been shut down, my house has been seized, and I lost the baby, but you don't even care! And now, you're here, having a wedding with this tramp!" With that, she raised her hand to slap Sarah across the face. I grabbed her wrist without mercy

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

" Be a man and cut her some slacks. I have watched her crawl back into your arms severally. I have watched her hold onto you like you are the center of her universe. Come on, Roman. Why don't you admit it...you don't deserve her..." He was quiet all along, but what I said last seemed to strike a nerve. " And you think that you deserve her?" His voice dropped low, icy and dangerously calm. A snicker. A chuckle. Disgruntled, and trailing with disdain. " You seem to forget a lot for a man of your caliber." " She is my wife," he droned, but it strikes me like frostbite. This is the reputation that blends well with his image. I know it too well.

I bit my tongue and forced a smile that looked uglier than a crying face and continued on my way with the trove of bootlickers following me. “Mrs Gates, please help me. My husband really needs this contract from the Gates group. I guarantee that my husband is honest and will supply the items satisfactorily. Please put in a good word for us, our lives depend on it.” A desperate voice suddenly said, same time I felt a soft hand grab my arm. The tearful voice seemed to coming from a long tunnel, snapping me out of my daze. I looked up to see a young woman of my age, her eyes filled with desperation and love for her man.

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?"

“That’s why he called to let me know he can’t take me home.” “Oh,” The nurse looked surprised for a second, then nodded. “It must be hard to be the wife of an alpha. I really admire you for your patience and understanding.” I just nodded and smiled again. “Yeah. Thanks.” Deep inside, I wanted to slap myself for making yet another excuse for my husband’s neglect. After all, he didn’t deserve any of it. And yet, I couldn’t just stand by and let his reputation be destroyed. At least until the time I walked away from this marriage for good.

“Not like you have the right to.” The breath caught in my throat. My heart seemed to shatter all over again, though by now it should have been used to breaking. No, right? I was his wife. His wife. Yet in his eyes, I was nothing but a shadow. “I’m your wife, Alex,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my own pain. “Don’t I deserve at least that respect?” For a heartbeat, his eyes locked on mine. Cold, piercing, and merciless. I wanted him to soften, even just for a second. I wanted him to remember the girl who had loved him long before rings and vows, but there was nothing. Only silence.

Would I be going too far if I said he doesn't deserve to be a father? “ But, I'm doing this for someone very special to me,” I say to him like a casual reminder that he doesn't deserve a second chance. As expected, he caught up with the hint in my statement, and for a moment, his face darkened in a frown. I am the least bothered. I continue like nothing had just happened. Like I hadn't just indirectly ridiculed a man in his office. “Your wife developed Alzheimer years after the death of her daughter, her son-in-law, and her grandson.”