The Wife He Left Behind Novels & Stories

If only Stella could control the words that were coming out of her mouth. He hated hearing her imply repeatedly that Belle was dead. He just wanted to rest, but that doesn’t mean he’s giving up. Maybe Belle has gone away and taken a break too. He would understand. If she comes back, whenever that may be, he would welcome her with open arms. “She’s my wife, Stella. You’re talking ill of my wife. I know she’s somewhere and she will come back to me. So, enough. Just stop.” “I was the one you promised marriage. Don’t you remember? Those words mean nothing to you now?”

Gray was a fairytale that only existed in my mind and with each passing day that reality drowned out more of the façade I'd created. "I love you, sweetheart, more than you can possibly fathom." He sealed his declaration with a kiss that caused my heart to skip a beat. His forehead met mine, and I smiled in adoration for the man in front of me. With my eyes still trained on his, I asked about the second part of this conversation. "You want to tell me what you meant by leaving his wife for another woman?" My irritation had eased, and now I was curious. He pulled back and tilted his head to the side, his brow furrowed just a hair in confusion. "He left his wife for you."

“It’s alright, now as I was saying, my husband, lost interest in me as a woman and his wife. But mostly forgot his vows for better or worse. I was at my worst that time with his family on one side and his mistress on the other and my marriage falling apart. He left me when I needed him the most and kicked me out of my own house. It was early in the morning, I was going to work when he came in and took a suitcase when he did that, I thought God has answered my prayers and that man was going to leave me in peace. I went to the kitchen and left him in the room to pack while I made breakfast. I made the breakfast then dished for the both of us thinking that will be the last meal we have together

“Some things never change.” I took a step closer until I could smell the faint scent of his cologne, the same kind he used years ago. “Listen to me carefully, Alan. I don’t care where you came from, what hospital patched you up, or what kind of miracle you think this is. But you stay away from my wife.” His expression changed, maybe it was confusion, maybe, or disbelief. “Your wife?” His tone hardened. “Freya is your wife now?” “Go ask her yourself,” I said, my teeth gritted. “If you’re brave enough.”

she asked him, and he sighed. “Yes, because she was telling you the truth. And Jenna, stay out of mine and my wife’s business. Our marriage and relationship has nothing to do with you,” he added and then walked off. Everyone left the room leaving me and Kyle standing there, and he looked at me confused. “Are you sure about this? It seems like it’s not too late to save your marriage,” he said, and I looked at him confused. “You just stabbed the man in the back by teaming up with me. And you slept with his best friend and yet he called you his wife,” he explained.

he didn't leave me, but it was more of an abandon, but still even though he took my hands off mine and left, still with teary soaked eyes I prayed that he would reconsider and at least just spare a glimpse of the condition he was leaving his wife on the floor with. But he?, the famous billionaire didn't stop, grew heartless and yet again fucking proved to my face that even though I was known as his wife to the entire fucking world, to him, I was Nothing! No fucking thing at all. With my trembling lips yelling out, I watch as my body got up from the floor I laid on it own, only to scatter all the fucking decorations I had planned for us, just like I have always did when he leaves me. Why did

“It’s been in the family for four generations. One of the few farms of this size left in the area. I don’t aim to be the one that screwed things up and lost part of it.” I smiled. “Do you have family that work out here with you?” He slowly shook his head. “It’s just me and Betty.” “Betty is your wife?” I guessed. He slowly shook his head. “Betty is my dog. Vera was my wife. She left me about five years ago. God wanted her back. I can’t blame him. She was a damn good woman. I’m just happy he let me have her for forty years. “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said.

CHARLOTTE’S POV She swallowed, her eyes expressing her hesitance before she went on explain. “I know this sounds crazy but trust me. I don’t have these instincts for nothing! It was the same with me back then when my stupid husband left me for his mistress, and now I’m having the same feeling towards Hudson.” I blinked, not believing my ears. “What are you saying Lucia? How can you compare your useless ex-husband to my Huddie? That makes no sense!” I shot at her, truly offended.

I remained expressionless because I honestly didn't know how to feel about that. “And your wife?” I asked him the most important question. His face dropped with a sadness that almost made me feel bad for him. “She left me,” he said. “After she heard everything I did to you, she saw me as a monster and left.” I burst into a long agonizing laugh. Wow! So this was what this whole remorse and pity game was about. His wife left him so he decided to go back to masculine woman he left behind. As if he sensed my thoughts, he grabbed me again.

His wife spoke with a small smile that I returned. She walked away and left us alone. “What the heck are you doing here?” He whisper-yelled. My lips twitched. “I should be the one asking why you left me hanging all night.” I shot back with a glare. He pressed his lips together and glanced behind him with caution. "You need to leave. My wife’s parents will arrive soon.” His words made my lips part. “What about me? What am I supposed to do with the ache you left in my cunt?” I asked as I blinked at him.