The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

His hand reached for mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. "He threw you away like trash the moment he found another woman who was more 'suitable' to his idiotic standards. Become my wife. Show Diego that you're not the woman he thought you were. You are the woman chosen by a man like me. A man who is older, richer, more influential, and who loves you more than he ever did." I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

I held my breath and waited for him to settle again before continuing my mission. But then something fell out of his pocket that immediately caught my attention. I picked it up and I felt the room spin as I realized what it was. A black lace thong. One that definitely wasn't mine. And there was only one way my husband could've gotten another woman's underwear in his pocket. Ethan was cheating on me. And for the first time since he signed the divorce papers, I was sure I was doing the right thing.

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

He gave me the night the way he gave everything: three sentences, nothing wasted. "Your ex-husband looked like a man auditioning," he said. "Georgina directed him from the wings. My wife—" he corrected himself, with a flicker I couldn't read, "Beatrice, spent the evening collecting condolences for a loss she couldn't name. It was flawless. It was also the most alone room I've stood in this year." I thought about telling him what alone meant in my vocabulary. Instead I said, "They laundered me." "Yes," he said, and didn't insult me by arguing.

"Where is my wife?" "She isn't your wife anymore " Jake said, slowly walking down the steps. The metal poker scraped against the marble. "You threw her away. I saw you do it. I was there on the highway, Dante. I saw her shivering in the dirt because of you. You can't come here. Claim her now."

“You know, I’ve been thinking about you.” “That’s nice.” “It’s not nice, actually. It’s pathetic.” She sipped her coffee, staring at me over the rim. “You really thought you were going to have this amazing life, didn’t you? Marry the rich guy, live in the mansion, play pretend princess.” I said nothing. “But you couldn’t even do that right,” she pushed. “Couldn’t keep your husband interested. Couldn’t give him what he needed. So he threw you away like the trash you are.”

My weird friend would kill her husband from stress. “Finally, you must totally forget about Joseph, as he is not as handsome as Mr. Tight-bum.” I was shocked by her comment. Wasn’t her husband there next to her when she was talking like that? “I will tell your husband you have time to admire another man’s butt.” “He knows I do that from time to time as long as he knows that my hands only touch his bum only. Beside an eye is a thief and a wh……” “Don’t even finish that sentence. Poor husband, I will give him aways to Alfredo.”

The wife glares at him, and it immediately shuts him up. "It was the best twenty-five years of my life." The husband adds. "I will do it all over again willingly if I ever get the chance." "Oh, won't you?" The wife slaps his hand resting on the table. "There you go yapping with your big mouth the entire time." I nod at them, fix the name on their cake and walk away. The rag she threw on the table angrily after cleaning her jewellery with the fabric hangs loosely from my fingers. As soon as I spot a wastebin, I throw it in the trash.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.