The Wife He Never Loved Novels & Stories

Ultimately she has to give up before the devil and agree to take him as a husband . She never wanted to be his wife but he forced her . He kept on saying that he loved her . She knew it was his obsession and manly ego . Loving doesn't give you the right to hurt the person you love . She declared her intention at the wedding night that ' she will never accept him as her husband and they were just married in names ' but he made a firm decision that he will win her heart . Her life was nothing less than a sad story . **** Hello guys..hope all are doing well .. do you like their story as well . Can it be a good plot for writing? . Do you want to know more about them ? Just tell me in the commen

"I knew before I married him, Leah. He told me all about his ex-girlfriends but you weren't in the ex category. You were special in his eyes, you were a woman who never died in his memory. You know, when you contacted him he was so happy and immediately left without caring I was sick." The unmanageable law of cause and effect in a man's brain. If a man loves a woman who is not his wife then the woman will look bad in his wife's eyes. Because a wife does not want her husband to share his attention, with another woman who is not his biological sister. Like me and Natalie and now my position is like Natalie. Even though Nick and I never crossed the line. We both know the true meaning of love, n

She knew she would have to wait to go shopping all the time. Harley never cared about money. She only cared about keeping everyone happy. If that meant putting up with my wife’s humiliation, that was what she would do and she never told me or Victor about it. She never complained. I was able to watch what my wife did through the cameras that were in the house. I was never more ashamed to call her my wife.

I clutched it, stunned, staring up at him like I didn't even recognize who he was. He didn't flinch. Didn't even look back. Just turned and stormed out, barking into his phone, "Deploy everyone—find Cathryn, now!" I watched him disappear down the hall... then started laughing like I'd lost my mind. Of course he didn't care. He never loved me—not really. There was a time he'd lose his mind over a paper cut on me, calling in half the city's doctors. Now? He hit me. Clang! My necklace snapped and hit the floor. "Forever and Always" was etched on it, now smeared with blood.

Unable to contain myself any longer. Her hands settled on either hip, followed by a wide smile that bared his teeth. “You?I did d*mn love you? What b*llsh*t are you talking about?” Every trace of emotion vanished from his face. He fixed me with an unwavering stare and stepped forward, closing the space between us. “Listen carefully, woman. From my earliest days, there has been but a single woman in my heart -- one love that has defined my life. That woman is Veronica, my wife. She is the only one I have ever loved, and she will be the only one I ever do”

“There never was.” I shook my head, refusing to accept it. “That’s not true.” My throat tightened as I fought the rising panic. “You love me. You told me you loved me. You stayed with me. We went through everything together. You married me, and it’s written all over your words and actions that you love me.” Dennis let out a humorless chuckle. “You really believe that?” He turned to face me fully, his expression unreadable. “I never married you because of love. You were convenient, Sonia. That’s all.”

' 'Acceptable is a strong word for eggs that have never poisoned anyone. She set down her fork and looked at him across the island. This man who had made her sign a contract in a lawyer's office and who was now arguing about scrambled eggs in his kitchen on a Wednesday morning after their wedding. The distance between those two moments was the distance of a whole life, compressed into just over a year. 'I love you,' she said. He looked at her. He said it back, simply and directly, the way he had been saying it since the morning of the bad eggs months ago, without qualification and without the sense that the words cost him more than they were worth.

None of them were. After the truth came out, it had been chaos. His wife had not screamed—she had simply stared at them, her face breaking in slow motion. The quiet horror in her eyes had been worse than any storm of anger could have been. Clara, trembling, had tried to speak, to explain that it wasn’t lust or manipulation but love—that cruel, uninvited kind that grows out of longing and closeness and loneliness. But the word love had sounded obscene that night. Out of place. A thing that mocked what love should mean. She had left first—his wife. No words, no packing. Just her car disappearing down the driveway, the echo of her wedding ring left on the marble counter. He still remembered how

Tanya called again frantically, but I had already switched off my phone. She was extremely furious. She ran her hand through her hair and felt breathless. After she could not get hold of me, she yelled at her assistant. “What are you doing? Find him!” She was going insane! This was even more painful to her than losing her family and her child. She did not expect that her docile husband would suddenly burn the house down, divorce her, and get an escort!

"You gave away the family gown I guarded with my life. You ground my dignity into the dirt. You stripped me of my last defense against the cold and threw me out of my only home in the middle of a blizzard." The color drained from his face. "You never loved me," I continued, my voice cutting through his sobs. "You loved the idea of me. A shadow you could control. A pet you could break and then praise for coming back to you." "No... that's not it... Arabella, I love you..." "A shame," I cut him off. "Because she died in that storm." Santino trembled violently. He clutched his chest, gasping for air, a pained, animal sound coming from his throat.