The Wife He Didn't Deserve Novels & Stories

"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.”

" 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?"

“You don’t belong here, and I won’t stop until you realise it.” “That’s where you’re wrong. Maybe I don’t deserve your wealth, the part of the inheritance, or even your family name. Maybe not those things, but I deserve my husband’s love. I deserve my marriage because I built it with my own hands. I deserve my place in this family because I strived for it. Whatever you think will happen will only happen on our terms. Not on yours.” “You will never have peace in this family.”