The Wife He Left Behind Novels & Stories

This was another room she spent most of her time. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she sat on the bed. She brought out the photo frame from the drawer in the bedside table. She traced her fingers on the photo before returning it to its place. He wasn't coming home this night. He was with her in the penthouse. Her husband had never spent a dime on her but he had bought an executive penthouse suite for his mistress. For the most part, Claire was glad she didn't have to see Ayana everyday. The few tines she had encountered her, the meetings were not pleasant. The marriage was like a prison, suffocating and isolating. She was isolated from her friends and the rest of the world, he didn't want an

"What? Leave you? You are not even my real wife, excuse me? I married Natalie and you are not Natalie, I don't even know you," He said walking past her, went into the closest in the room and got his passport out, that was the only thing he took, he didn't talk to her again and just left, just like that, they were done, she sat on the floor, crying her eyes out, it was painful, she was in pain, she knew this would happen but no, knowing didn't prepare her enough for the actual pain, maybe if she hadn't been in love with him, just maybe she wouldn't have been in so much pain, he left her here, she made so many beautiful and happy memories here and had wanted to leave it like that but now it's

I cut in. “You made her fall for you. Completely. Head over heels. And then you left her like she was nothing.” He blinked. Like I’d just popped his carefully crafted illusion. He looked at me, stunned. “You’re wrong about that, Isla.” He leaned forward, voice lower now. “I never left her.” Oh really? Then came the guilt-rub. The soft, tragic backstory to cushion the truth. His wife the one before my mother—had died. Breast cancer, he said. A cruel ending for a good woman.

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna

Pain shot through my body as he roughly handled me, and tears streamed down my face. "I didn't get the wrong room, Nina. You're my wife," William growled as he yanked at my clothes, his eyes bloodshot. "I know our child is gone, and that hurts me too. But Jones died for me. I can't betray him, so you'll have to bear this burden..." he whispered against my ear, the stench of alcohol making my head spin. "You know, the truth is, I'm actually—" "Enough!" I screamed, using the last of my strength to shove him off me.

“I know you’re upset with Elias. I’ve scolded him, believe me. But don’t stay mad, alright?” “Mary,” I said softly, pulling away slightly to look her in the eye. “I don’t regret marrying Elias. But as a woman, I’m sure you understand why I’m angry. My own husband abandoning me when things got tough, when he was supposed to be the one by my side…” Just then, my mother’s voice rang out from behind us, cutting through the moment. “Don’t take Seraphina’s words too seriously, Mary. She’s just a girl. She doesn’t understand yet. Come, have a drink with me.”

I shouted in frustration, "you know where she is, and you don't want to tell me, do you know what that means?" "No." "Damn it, Harper, you know that means you're betraying me and hiding a lot of things from me, for God's sake, you're supposed to be my friend!" "I am, but you have to understand that everything is not easy, she doesn't know..." "You're confirming it, I demand that you tell me what's going on, why did she leave?" I returned home, and when I expected to find my wife at our house, it turns out that she has left. The house, along with everyone who lived there, is gone, leaving dust in every path.

she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "She finally found the happiness she deserves, and with a great family, no less." Her husband, Mr. Wynn, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his eyes shining with understanding. "She's happy, and we're happy for her," he said softly. "We should leave now." Mrs. Wynn's gaze remained fixed on the screen, her mind reluctant to tear away from the joyful scene unfolding before her. "Leave to where?" she asked, her voice barely audible. Mr. Wynn's expression was filled with a deep sadness, his eyes reflecting the weight of their past mistakes.

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

Alicia said quietly, “listen to her. Please.” Heidi’s eyes didn’t waver. “I mean it, Jack. I always have.” Jack stared at her, the scotch burning down his throat. “But you left me,” he said. “You walked away.” “I left because you weren’t there anymore,” she said, her voice thick with old hurt. “After Saudi Arabia, after you lost them… you shut down. You weren’t the man I married. You weren’t the man who always fought back.” Jack lowered his gaze. The weight of her words fell heavy on his shoulders.