Novel & Cerita The Wife He Didn't Deserve

“Mr. Dean, sir, this woman is lying. She’s my wife, you see and she’s just throwing a tantrum. As a matter of fact, I told her to tender in her resignation last night and come home to her family but she refused. And now she’s putting our daughter’s life in danger.” My brow twitched as well as my lip. How could he stand there and lie so casually? But then again he’d do so, so flawlessly it took me ten years to find out. He was testing my patience and it would soon run out. What he had done to me was a crime that was punishable by law, had he forgotten? Maybe he just doesn’t care. Or maybe he thought he would get away with it, because after all, I was just June. A nobody. Just someone talented

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

"You don't deserve to be called that. You don't deserve to be a father! I'm actually so ashamed to call you my father." "Young lady!" Mr. Idris boomed, springing to his feet. "You're crossing the line. I don't understand why you're acting this way. I'm the one that is supposed to be angry. Your husband called and reported you to me. How dare you disrespect him in that manner? Is it a crime that he took a second wife, while you were in coma? What did you expect? He is a man. He got lonely. Is that the way I trained you? To talk back to your husband? You should know your place as a wife."

"Her husband cheated on her and brought a small kid into the home suddenly. How would any woman react? She could have thrown you out that day, but she didn't. She thought about you, and that's why you're alive today. She treated you exactly like her son, but she wanted to be a little selfish by making her son the CEO. A person can be a little selfish, you know. After all, you might understand that point, because you're selfish. You don't care about anyone except yourself." He looked at me, searching for some kind of support. "So you're saying she's right, and she doesn't deserve what I did to her?" he asked. I didn't hesitate. "Yeah, of course. She doesn't deserve it, Steve doesn't deserve i

"Stay still if you want me to do this for you. I'm only doing this because I don't want you to start getting rotten while we stay under the same roof. I won't be able to cope with the odor. You already suck even with all the treatment I've been giving you. I just feel like leaving you to your fate because you deserve everything happening to you!" "Just shut up and help me if you want to help me! How the hell did I deserve this beating?" he yelled at his wife, who let out a silly chuckle, pissing him off even more. "If you hadn't sold your stepdaughter away, I'm sure she'd still be here serving you like her mother did. Just take a look at yourself! You ain't getting any younger, and you don't

"If I were you, I'd leave such a man. That man doesn't deserve you! Leave him!!" "Unfortunately she's my wife!" A voice boomed from the door.

“Well, I wouldn’t entrust my life to a fucking asshole, so yeah, I think you do realize.” “Thanks,” I tell him. “Seriously, what the fuck are you doing? Quit berating yourself and feeling guilty, and just tell your wife you love her have sex and all. It’s not that scary.” I tip back the glass, gulping down the rest of the whiskey. I know I love her. Because I’m not a fucking idiot. But I also know “I don’t deserve her.” Sasha laughs. Like the bastard he is, he’s still laughs. “No shit you don’t deserve her. Roman , she’s a woman. We don’t deserve any of them.”

“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