The Wife He Left Behind Novels & Stories

He couldn't bring himself to tell her he was about to leave her just like her mother did, it was too painful a story and he just couldn't do it. Turning towards his bedside table, he picked up the portrait of his wife that was beautifully sitting there and began to caress it slowly. This woman helped him to become the successful man that he was today but she didn't live to taste the fruit of her labor and it was a shame. She left him to take care of their only princess and now he was about leaving her too, wasn't fate a bit too cruel to Ava?

For my entire life, I had been following the normal blueprint that was life, but that all changed when, out of the blue, she left me. Diane, my wife, one day couldn't take it anymore, and, in one blow, she admitted to having an affair with her boss, Jeffrey. She left me that night, and I haven’t seen her since. Just her wardrobe full of clothes was left behind to remind me of her.

With my free hand, I pointed towards the door. That door still opened to our breathtaking backyard, where our wedding party still awaited us, silhouettes in the afternoon sun against the ragged backdrop of cruel, unforgiving mountains. “Go.” My words didn’t shake, even as my knees did, as that pointed finger trembled in the air. “Go now. Take your fucking pet, and never come back.” He had no parting words for me. He strode towards that door without a backwards glance for me, the woman he’d wooed, married, impregnated, and just as easily, as swiftly, abandoned. His gorgeous new plaything clung to his arm like maybe she wasn’t capable of walking under her own volition.

Cassandra A week had passed since he left me having dinner alone with Grandpa. He walked away without looking back, just to be by the side of the woman he truly wanted to marry. To me, I realized that he would always act like that—and I shouldn’t have to count the days since I last saw him. Because he would never do the same for me. I had just finished drying my hair when my phone rang. For some reason, I didn’t pick it up right away — maybe because I knew it wouldn’t be anything pleasant, just something else to weigh on my mind.

Together, they had burned like summer lightning. But their marriage wasn't a fairytale. It was war in silk sheets. Love, in the Forger household, came with conditions. And when Kourtney refused to be molded into a corporate trophy wife, the fire between them turned to ash. She had left. Or maybe he had pushed her out. All she remembered was the silence that followed—the kind that clings for years. Until last week. Until the gala. Until the fire. Back in the hospital, her bandaged fingers curled around a paper cup of water as her heart echoed every footstep beyond her door.

But her king was leaving me behind. “I know. Just this once, okay?” I said with a smile, about to leave, and she grabbed my hand. “You are always running. Can you slow down? He has already left,” she asked me as I bit my lower lip. “He left me?” My heart felt like it was just pierced. He couldn’t even wait for me. “Your car is waiting for you outside. Don’t worry, they can’t begin without you,” she assuredly said. I wasn’t worried about that. I was worried about the fact that my husband thought it was wise to leave me behind, and he would arrive alone. Leaving his wife alone.

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

It felt like he couldn’t stay long in this place, especially in his room, even in the old room his wife used to occupy. Ever since his wife left him, he felt empty. He missed her presence. He’d felt this before, but he never really understood it. He saw her in every corner of the house. Sometimes, he thought he was going crazy, imagining his wife kissing him, sometimes even making love to him. He lost interest in other women, even in Amber. Why did Amber have to come back? She messed up everything between him and his wife.

“Oh? But we’ve gotten rather close. Ellie and I understand each other.” The growl that tore out of me was instinctive. “You don’t understand a damn thing about her.” “Oh, I think I do,” he said, smiling like he wanted me to hit him. “I think I understand what it’s like to be left behind, what it’s like to want something you can’t have.” He tilted his head, his tone turning razor-sharp. “And from where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like she’s yours anymore.” “She’s my wife,” I snapped.

She stood in the south room with Mac and the city outside and three days before the wedding and she said, “During the marriage, Mac. He was with Eli’s mother during the marriage. Dave was two years old.” Mac crossed the room. He put his hands on her face. She did not cry. She was not going to cry about Marshall anymore. She had cried enough of the right tears for the right reasons and this was not that kind of feeling. This was just the final assembling of a picture she had been building for months and now she could see the full shape of it and the full shape of it was simply the complete evidence of a man she had already left behind. “He was with three women before Sandra,” she said. “Three