The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

Dangerously quiet. Because everyone involved knew what that meant. Alex knew too much. Far too much. And if he reached Patricia before they did... Everything would collapse. Back inside Alison's office, Obadiah continued. "I was married." Patricia listened. Barely. Her entire body felt numb. "My wife and I were having problems." He laughed bitterly. "More problems than either of us admitted." The old man looked toward the window. Toward the dark Nakuru skyline. "Then I met a woman."

“You took Kelly and ran to another country, Sallie. Don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic?” “Dramatic?” I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. “I left a cheating husband, Andrew. There’s nothing dramatic about getting away from you.” “I’m tired of hearing about that,” he said, his tone shifting into genuine irritation. “Most importantly, I need you to look at the bigger picture. I provided for you. I treated you and our daughter well." he paused, I could hear him pacing from the other end. "I gave you a comfortable, luxury life. I only had another woman outside the marriage. Why would you destroy our family over that? It makes no sense.”

." I did not answer. "That is the same amount of time since you left me alone in a hospital room and went to be with her." I did not answer. "You planned this," she said. "You planned all of it." I did not answer. "You took my company. You took my money. You took my life. You gave it all to her." I did not answer. "And you did it while I was grieving. While I was mourning. While I was trying to be a good wife. While I was trying to make you love me again." She stood up. She walked around the desk. She stood in front of me. She looked up at me. Her eyes were dry. Her face was calm. She was not the woman I married. She was someone new. Someone I did not recognize. Someone I did not trust. "You

"Much better to have a diaper on than a different man inside you every day, isn't it?" "This level of projection is crazy. Like you're not inside a different woman every day. You must be a walking STD at this point." "Says the woman who couldn’t even stay faithful to the man she married," I said, feeling anger bubbling in me once again. "Coming from the man who paraded his mistress around a gala while his wife was there. You didn't even have the decency to hide your affair," she bit back. "So you're so much better just because you kept yours hidden?" I moved the gun from her forehead to her neck.

He threw it all away. My heart broke into a million pieces. He walked closer to me, and I could see the anger in his eyes. “I don’t want to see you in my house again, do you understand?” “I was just trying to make sure you were okay,” I said. “As what?” he asked. “My wife? My mother? If you need a man to latch on to so desperately, go marry one of your numerous boyfriends. I bet none of those men you flirt around with wants a trash like you.”

he lifted his head, eyes full of red veins, "because I realized I've been a damn fool for three years. I drove away someone who genuinely cared about me, to spoil a woman who only wanted my money." "The one you drove away wasn't just 'someone.'" I corrected him. "You drove away the Rosetti family heir. The Donna of the East Side docks." "I know." His voice was hoarse. "I drove away my wife." Silence hung in the office for a long time. Outside, the cranes rumbled on the docks. Rain dripped off the edge of my umbrella onto his face.

His fingers tightened around the papers until the paper crackled. Then he turned back to me. “We need to discuss this privately.” I shook my head. “No.” “Ava…” “I spent years discussing our marriage privately,” I said. “Nothing changed. Not once. I waited for you at night. I cancelled plans because you had something more important. I made excuses when people asked where you were. And every time, you chose her.” “I wasn’t a perfect husband,” he said. “I never claimed to be. But I never intended to destroy our family.”

She reached out to touch him, but he turned his face away from her hand, leaving her stunned. "Ma'am, I believe he's suffering from retrograde amnesia in this situation," the nurse replied sympathetically. The words pierced straight through her chest. A sob escaped Sophia before she could hold it back. She leaned closer, desperately hoping to make him recognize her and remember everything. "Please, Declan, it's me. Look at me! I've been by your side through everything. We had a child. She died in a plane crash three years ago, and I'm your wife!"you're my husband.