The Wife He Didn't Deserve นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The doctor looked at her with pity. “Your husband’s preliminary cause of death appears to be cardiac arrest. This type of condition is acute. If someone had been with him and called for help in time, he might have survived. Unfortunately, your husband wasn’t that lucky.” That meant, if only someone had been there to perform CPR at the time, I could have been saved. “What was I doing at the time? I was... He’s dead because of me.” I hovered in the air and watched her fall apart, but I felt nothing inside.

Now my son was acting like a man who would do anything to get a bit of love from a woman who did not want him. I blamed Evelyn Hart for all of this. Maybe it was not entirely fair. I could not help how I felt. Ever since she left the marriage Damien had become someone I barely recognized. He was not sleeping and working well. Nothing seemed to matter except winning Evelyn Hart The final straw came when I saw him staring at his phone during a family dinner. He spent an hour waiting for a reply that never came. The look in his eyes really unsettled me. It was desperation. My son Damien had never looked desperate for anything.

“ don’t love me like this, I don't deserve this, I don't deserve your love “ he said partying away from the hug, looking into her teary eyes. Her body shivered watching him shattering into pieces, that’re hard to collect and join. “ You deserve every single drop of love, Ryan you’re precious….for me “ her whisper reached his ears as she held his face between her palms and brought his face close to her, to place a gentle kiss on his forehead reminding him how much she loves him. “ And what about you ? don’t you deserve love ? the kind of love which i would never be able to return to you “ another pair of tears left from his eyes as he wailed on his wretched life. Ryan took her hands off from

, she asked, the annoyance creeping into her voice. This issue wasn't going to rest that easily. " Oh it definitely does! " " Why?! ", she asked instantly, nearly shouting as I continued with this 'who shouts the loudest' competition. " Because.. ", I fumbled, " Because you are my wife! ", I finally said. " Oh really, Mr. Neil!? What a pleasure to know you actually believed that we were married! Because for me it just seems like a deal so that your family's respect in the society increases! ", she said in anger.

“I lived in a small three-bedroom house that my dad bought when he had a decent job. Our door needed to be replaced, but we couldn’t afford it. There were cracks in it, and we put insulation over it to keep the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I was living there 18 months ago. Now, I am standing in front of a mansion with iron and glass doors. But it isn’t because I worked hard- “Don’t say you didn’t earn this,” Max interrupts, his voice laced with annoyance. “You are my wife. Did things start well? No. But look where we are. You deserve this and so much more for what I put you through.” Max grabs both my hands in his, “My achievements are yours. You saw a broken man and didn

“You know me too well. If you want honesty then here goes, you never appreciated her when she was yours, she always showed you that she loved you and what did you do, huh? Spat in her face and sent her to jail. You don’t deserve her man.” I chuckled dryly, all this time, my friend thought I didn’t deserve my wife and that he was the one who was right for her. the friends we keep! “Are you still my friend Ethan or my rival?” he sighed. “I am your friend and yes, I want your wife. I am not ashamed to admit that I have feelings for her, but I also know that she doesn’t want me, she never did.”

“My greatest regret isn’t that I stayed too long trying to fix something broken. It’s that I lost myself while doing it. I became someone smaller. Quieter. Easier to ignore. And for a long time, I accepted that.” “If public speculation is enough to discredit a woman, then no woman could ever seek justice.” “I’m not asking this court to believe I was perfect. I wasn’t. But I was honest about one thing. I loved my husband. And I didn’t deserve to be reduced to a narrative that erases that.” I glanced toward Margot. “And I didn’t fight alone. You stood for me when I couldn’t stand for myself. You fought when I didn’t know how. You are the real hero in this.”

“We would need your wife's details." He swallowed hard. His hand trembled slightly, not because he'd forgotten how to use a pen, but because he didn't have his wife's number by heart. Valeria and the nurse stood each one beside him, watching and waiting. " Well, I…,” he stammered. He didn't know what excuse to give, and he didn't want to look like a terrible husband. The nurse seemed to be running out of patients. "I understand you're still in shock, maybe your assistant here can help you search for your wife's number in your phone.

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.