Romans & histoires The Wife He Never Loved

She had passed away quietly, and her pathetic husband had remarried on a whim and taken his new wife and son overseas, leaving as though Scarlett had never existed. Dennis Clarke tapped his fingers lightly against my desk and pulled me out of my thoughts. “What are you thinking about?“ he asked. I blinked. “Nothing. I was just distracted. Where were we?“ “I was saying that—“ My phone vibrated, cutting him off. It was an unknown number. “Just a minute, Dennis.“ Reaching for my phone, I answered the call. “Adrian Hartley speaking.“ “Mr. Hartley, this is Love & Hope Hospital. Your wife and grandmother have just been admitted.“

"Alicia, you always know how to cry. Every time you called me in tears and begged me to come over, did you ever stop to think I had a wife and a kid? My wife left me because of you!" Alicia bent down and picked up the shredded diary. "Enough! You never loved her. The one you loved was me!" He laughed bitterly. "I used to think that too. Back then, because her dad died saving me, Wrenn and I got engaged after meeting once. I didn't want to marry a woman I barely knew. "But if I really didn't love her, I had plenty of chances to divorce her. "After she found this diary, she asked me for one again and again.

Like I was desperate for him to love me. The sound of the front door opening cut through the silence, making my heart jump. I smoothed down my dress quickly before hurrying toward the foyer. “Ethan?” “In here.” His voice sounded distracted. Tired, almost. I rounded the corner with a smile already forming. But once again, it faded as soon as I saw the woman standing beside him. Vivian Laurent, my husband's favorite accessory. She was his newest executive consultant, and had been working closely with him for months now.

From the time I was 22 until I turned 30, Brianna Everly and I had a wedding every year. The only thing we never had was a marriage certificate. She said she was afraid of marriage, terrified that we'd end up like her parents. So I gave her eight years to prepare herself—until our eighth wedding, when Brianna showed up in the wrong wedding dress. It looked just like the wedding dress she'd always worn for our ceremonies, except for one detail. The name embroidered along the neckline wasn't mine. It was my best friend, Leon Stratford's. I was about to confront Brianna when my brother, Dominic Sterling, grabbed my arm. "Harrison, it's been eight years. What's the point of digging into it no

He was such a thorn in my flesh, I sighed deeply and raised my middle finger at him. " That would never happen " and I walked away. A good day to check out the library once again and a good time to remind myself to never fall in love. Women are just a plaything and they would stay that way. I stuffed myself into my jacket, wore a cap and walked out the door. .... There she was with a mask, walking into the left wing. I ignored the receptionist who was busy swooning to get my attention, and proceeded to catch up with her.

She giggles. He grinned awkwardly, “I never introduced anyone to my family. I made myself free from commitment, so I could roam around. I’m waiting for Denise to like me back. I know it's stupid.” She chuckles, “If you are stupid what can you call me?” She says while pointing at herself. “I married a guy who never loved me.” “Stayed married even after all the abuse I received from him and his family.” “Even though we sleep together, never once did I feel he sees me as his wife.”

He hugged me more tightly and said gently, "You can trust me, Natalie. Tell me whatever's frustrating you." I sighed heavily and said, "It's about one of my friends." He picked me up and cradled me against his chest, then sat on the bed and placed me in his lap, saying, "Go on, I'm here to listen." I avoided his curious gaze and mumbled, "She got pregnant by accident, and her husband is forcing her to have an abortion.” I lifted my gaze at him to read his expression. He asked nonchalantly, "Why doesn't he want his WIFE to get pregnant?" Focusing on the word "wife.”

Max explains. “Was that before or after he realized she had a boyfriend?” I questioned. Max nods, “After.” I sigh, “I’m not sure what he sees in her.” Max is silent for a moment, then says, “I understand what it is like to feel desperation to keep someone. Your mother was his first love. If Vivienne left me for a random man, I would’ve taken her back without a second thought.” “You would?” I ask. I feel my heart breaking.

"I will never marry you. The only woman I'll ever call my wife is Jess." Her breath hitched. "Then what about everything you did for me before?" "I was afraid you'd relapse. That's all." Disbelief washed over her. "Jack… You never loved me? Not even a little?" "Never." He stood up, brushing past her without another word. Desperately, she reached for him, but he shoved her away without hesitation. She hit the ground, her knee scraping against the floor. Pain twisted her face, but he didn't even spare her a second glance.

From his place at the side of the table, Theo folded his arms, his expression one of pure satisfaction as he watched his daughter embody the perfect victim. Vanessa lowered her head briefly, then lifted it again with an expression of wounded disbelief. “I never imagined… that the man I love so deeply could do something so—” Her voice cracked, the sob catching in her throat. “Something that could shatter me like this. I haven’t been able to… not for days now. Every night I lie awake, asking myself—why? What did I do wrong as his wife? Was it because I was too busy, or… has my beloved husband already turned to another woman?”