The Wife He Left Behind Novels & Stories

"I don't know who you are anymore." She turned and walked upstairs. A door closed softly. The bedroom door clicked shut. The silence that followed felt even louder. Michael remained exactly where he was.He looked toward the staircase. Then closed his eyes. He had protected the investigation. But he wasn't sure he'd protected his marriage. [OUTSIDE THE MANSION] A black sedan slowed for only a few seconds before continuing down the road. Inside Someone watched the house through a camera lens. A low voice murmured into a phone. "They're starting to turn against each other."

The sweater Adrian had given me last Christmas. I didn’t take anything else. Nothing that belonged to him. On the kitchen table, I left the house keys. And the pregnancy test. Let him find it later. Let him wonder. The front door felt heavy in my hand. I paused at the threshold, looking back one last time. The dining table was set for two. Candles still burning. Wine glasses still full. I loved you, Adrian. I really did. I closed the door behind me. The hallway was cold. Empty. Just like my future. I walked out without looking back.

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

“So, how are things with the missus?” I turned to him as I felt the blood boil in my veins. My wife left me two months ago. She left behind her name and her ring. I was just as devastated now as I had been then. Nausea constantly gripped my body, and I’d never felt so weak in my life. But I let her go because I had to. “You know she left me.” I’d stopped wearing my ring because it was too painful, but I never took off the watch she gave me. “Oh yeah, that’s right.” He snapped his fingers like he’d just realized it. “I think you’re better off. She wasn’t that great of a lay.”

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.”

“You watched my wife leave the house with luggage and didn’t think to call me?” I’m sure he sees me as crazy, because I don’t usually care about her on a normal day. I looked at him for a long second. Then away. I rubbed a hand over my jaw and exhaled once. “Did she take anything else?” “Not much, sir.” That answer made something tighten unexpectedly in my chest. Not much. Bernard cleared his throat. “She left a note.” My eyes snapped back to his. “A what?” “A note, sir. In your study.”

He shook his head like he is very disappointed. I know that he was talking about Abby. He was talking about my wife that I left. I tightly close my eyes when my wife's face pop in my head. The way she begged and cry in front of me for me not to leave her. I really don't want to do it but for her safety, I must do...even how badly it hurts. "Was it fun? To break the heart of your beautiful wife?" He sarcastically laugh which made me step closer to him but his men is alert to stop me.

When she didn't say anything,he gave her hand a gentle squeeze,letting her be on her own as he left,his heart heavy. What did he have to do for his wife to become normal?

he said , but before I left , I reminded him of my last words. "But as a wife, do not expect a caress, a sweet word of support or a devoted wife when you return, because that will not happen, you took it upon yourself to kill that woman, clipping her wings and the one who was left in her place, is dead in life".

Wendy said. "I don't even know why he never left you. You're so boring. He was in love with me! He still is! I guess it's just because you fit the traditional stay at home to cook and clean dependent housewife picture. That's it. But I could have learnt how to cook!" Wendy was pacing around wildly. "He'd dead, so there's no point to this monologue you're doing." Natalia said. "I even gave him a daughter. You didn't give him any child, he did not even want you to bear his children in the first place!" Wendy spat bitterly. A few months ago, maybe, words like this would have cut through Natalia.