The Wife He Left Behind Novels & Stories

Aliyah stared from one person to the other, she could see the relief in their eyes … They were really looking so happy that Romero moved on. Gosh! Her husband really suffered in Natalia's hands. And here she was. Vance's smile faded, “Yet, you left.” Aliyah swallowed, the words hit her harder each time. Yet, she left. Tears gathered in her eyes … She left her husband to face it all alone, she left him with that woman, a woman he has moved on from. Romero had done everything to assure her of his love and that his ex was nothing to him even though they had a child together… Yet, she left.

“I saw it myself.” My breathing trembled. “At a hotel. With another woman.” “That bastard,” Sophia cursed under her breath. “Evelyn, listen to me. You need to divorce him.” I closed my eyes. Divorce. The word sounded terrifying. At the same time, it felt like the only way out. Because if I stayed I would spend the rest of my life wondering how many women my husband touched behind my back. “I want to,” I answered quietly. “I really want to leave him.”

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

He didn't seem to listen to Jane's request, but rather than thinking for business and affiliates outside the country. "You have your phone Jane. I'm sure whatever happens you can contact an ambulance or a doctor anytime. In fact, Maria, our maid, assists you. So, no need to worry about it, okay?" The last words he said to Jane before he left and fled to the States. He was in a hurry at that time, and all of a sudden, there was no reason for him to cancel the flight anymore. The wife at home stayed uneasy, upbringing the solitude and only the music would heal in her broken heart.

Today’s promise became tomorrow’s ambition. And I refused to gamble my future on trust. So I pushed him away. Forced him to leave. And Marco… he left. Without fighting me. Without exposing me. Without turning against me. He simply walked away. I finished the whiskey in one gulp, the memory pressing heavily on my chest. And now, years later, he was back. Older. Sharper. Still dangerous without even trying to be. And somehow… My wife looked at him like she’d seen a ghost.

The stocks, the bonds, the accounts I'd barely had four years to enjoy before the cancer came. "He'll take care of everything," I whispered, more to convince myself than Whitmore. "He's my husband. He loves me." Whitmore's silence spoke volumes, but he gathered the documents without argument. He'd tried to talk me out of this three times already. Suggested trusts, stipulations, safeguards. But I was tired. So tired. And I wanted to believe that my life hadn't been as lonely as it felt in this sterile hospital room. "There is one more thing," I said, my voice cracking. "My last wish. I want to see Adrian. One more time. At the estate."

No, he would remember that. Wouldn’t he? Her eyes answered the question before he could ask it. “You forgot where I was, Adrian.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. For several seconds neither of them spoke. Then she opened the door. “I hope your meeting goes well today.” The door closed softly behind her. Adrian remained standing beside the dining table long after she was gone. Somewhere in the city below, his wife was heading toward a presentation he knew nothing about. Somewhere in the past, she had walked out of a hospital and realized she could no longer rely on the person she had married.

That was the part he could never explain without sounding like a coward. He had married her to hurt Daniel. He had pursued her because she was the one person whose trust could open doors that would otherwise remain closed. But somewhere along the way, he had begun looking forward to her calls, remembering the little things she liked, and returning home earlier simply because she had asked him to have dinner with her. He had fallen in love with his own wife. And when the moment came to abandon his revenge, he had chosen to continue it. Victor set the photograph down.

' He mumbled something under his breath as he pulled into the departures drop off and abandoned his car. "You're just going to leave it there?" He shrugs, "They will just look for the owner and well, my wife is dead so good luck with that." I always forget that he was married to a human. It was never going to work out and I am sure that deep down he knows that, but he did love her. Amelia came down with cancer and passed away before I met him. I have been praying that he would find his mate to help fill the empty void in his heart.

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."