Romans & histoires The Wife He Didn't Deserve

" Get my wife's name off your disgusting lips. A stupid woman like you ain't worthy to even think of her let alone say her name. " His fingers warningly pointed at her. " Say my wife's name one more time, and I will be the last thing you ever see. " " What do you think? I'd marry a vile woman as you? No. " He shook his head with a scoff. " I'm a picky man, and the last thing I'd ever do is marry a worthless and undeserving woman like you. " Worthless and undeserving? Ciara never forgot his merciless words. Even at the altar she dared not to look him in the eyes, he was terrifying.

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

"Beautiful model, looks perfect on your arm, makes you look like you've got it all figured out. That's the definition of a trophy wife." "She was my wife. She was… " I stopped, not sure how to finish that sentence. She was what? The woman I'd married for a bet? The person I'd systematically lied to for three years? The one whose face when she'd found those videos still haunted me when I closed my eyes? "She deserved better than what I gave her."

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”

"She got married too young. Her husband treats her poorly—he keeps other women on the side. And for the sake of her family and her son, she gave up everything she once loved." Nate frowned. "Julliard, there are so many amazing women in the world. She's married, has a kid—she's not right for you anymore. Time to move on." "No." Julliard cut him off, and for once, his face turned serious. "She's not the one who doesn't deserve me. I'm the one who doesn't deserve her." Nate blinked. "Wait—Julliard… don't tell me you're still hung up on her?"

He finally looked at her, and his eyes were cold in a way that made her stomach drop. "Let me be clear about something," he said. "This marriage exists because your father owed my family money he could not repay. That is the only reason you are wearing that ring. Do not mistake this for anything real." "I understand that," Claire said, keeping her voice steady even though her hands were shaking in her lap. "I am not asking for love. I am asking for basic respect since we will be living in the same house." "You will have a room," Nathan said. "You will have food. You will have whatever you need. But do not expect me to treat you like a wife, because you are not one. You are a contract I am fu

“Let’s talk, please. I’m your wife; I’m here to listen.” “I pay these people for nothing. They’re not even doing their jobs.” “They’re not doing their jobs? We both know that’s not true. You’ve praised them so many times, I can attest to that.” “That was in the past,” he snapped, pushing himself up from his seat. “I’ve been too lenient with them, and they’ve taken advantage of it.” “I still don’t understand where all this is coming from. You’re not even giving me a reason to believe we have a problem.”

That I'd had no other option. But those were lies. All of it was lies designed to protect me from the reality that I murdered my wife to save my mistress. I don't know who you were, Bianca. I lived with you for four years and I never bothered to learn your dreams, your fears, what made you laugh when you weren't just being polite. I reduced you to a function in my life, and when you stopped fulfilling that function, I considered you expendable. You deserved so much better. You deserved a husband who actually loved you, who saw you as a complete person rather than a role. You deserved to be chosen, to be prioritized, to be valued for who you were instead of what you could provide.

“Family. The company. The legacy.” “And all of that matters more than the woman who nearly died saving you?” Leonard looked away. “This isn’t about right or wrong,” he said flatly. “It’s about being realistic.” Sebastian let out a short laugh. “Realistic? You call abandoning your wife in that condition… realistic?” Leonard didn’t react. He simply took another sip. “Taking care of her won’t change anything. Surgeries, therapy… all of that just prolongs something that can’t be fixed.”