The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

He needed to utilise the time in doing his favorite hobby not to miss his wife’s absence, right? Reaching the place He got out of his car and leaned against the car door before pulling out the cigar out of his jacket. He raised it and stared at it. Cazzo! His wife had thrown all of them into Dustbin. His hundred euros went in vain which He invests every month in Cigars.

"It's every man's dream." "Not mine," he took a sip of his coffee and then looked at his wife. The marks on her neck, the way she sat, the shape of her face, how elegant she was, her breasts showing through that fabric, her full lips. "But here I am, married to her. What do you think, Jared?" "You're a very lucky man." "Do you think so? I believe there's a luckier man than me, right, Alice?" he referred to the person Alice Taylor was in love with. "Well, I think we should be leaving, Alice," he stood up and extended his hand to his wife.

“Or what, you want to fuck me too, cheat on that little wife of yours and when you are done, discard me away like some used condom, oh yeah that is right, it isn’t like you are any better!” It wasn’t a secret to me that he loved and cared for his wife dearly. Isn’t it why he abandoned me that day for her. I tried so hard to not let my hatred and misery show, but I just couldn’t. The tear dam was too full to be caged back down. Letting go of him, I went to stand by the large window seal to catch a breath, wiping away the few escaped tears. This was embarrassing.

His secret opened when his wife found out about his girlfriend and daughter which he had somewhere else and she confronted him. He could still picture the hurtful looks of betrayal which she threw at him that day. He could still remember her tears and how she hit him in tears. She had thought that she was the only one he loved and no one else but she was wrong. That day, his wife had said to report him to his father and file for a divorce but then, in anger, he had held her neck and thrown her from the stairs. He never intended to do that; he was just too blinded by his anger. He had thrown her from the top of the mansion which led to their room to the sitting room and she had landed on the

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

he barked. I yanked my arm free and curled my lips into a slow, wicked smile. “Back off, Justin. I’m not your average wife. Level has changed.” Without missing a beat, I pulled off our wedding ring and threw it right at his face. It hit him squarely on the chest and bounced to the floor. “Take back your worthless ring of betrayal,” I said. “I don’t need it anymore. We’re done. And if you’re desperate, you can give it to Gia. She’s already used to collecting what others have thrown away.”

“How’s that even possible when I didn’t consent to anything.” “You are my wife, so it’s easy to work things out.” I continued to stare at my husband in disbelief. “Are you insane? Why would you even….” I was saying, then stopped. “Yeah! I knew you were going to freak out, that’s why I didn’t say anything.” “Of course, I’m going to freak out.” I continued to glare at my husband. “Who the hell does that? Your money, your hard work, years of sweat, and you decided to toss them away as though they mean nothing to you?”

"Nina, how could you be so vicious?!" Countless words died in my throat. I was still foolishly clinging to the hope that he would believe me, but the truth was, he had abandoned me long ago. Why could I not face reality and force myself to see the truth? All our past love was a lie. "She said I don't deserve to have a child or a husband. She's jealous of me, that's why she wanted to kill our baby!" Emily shouted. William's eyes flickered strangely at the word husband, but he quickly composed himself and called his private doctor to treat Emily.

The woman didn't even get the chance to retaliate before Natasha disappeared from the room. An uncomfortable silence settled over the living room. Salvatore felt utterly embarrassed. His wife's behavior wasn't merely inappropriate; she had displayed it in front of close friends and neighbors alike. It was insensitive and humiliating. “It's alright, Mrs. Harthwore,” Harthwore said with a reassuring smile. “Please don't take my wife's words to heart.” He turned toward Salvatore. “I understand that you didn't expect an adult man to simply disappear, but life is unpredictable. There are certain situations beyond our control.”

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”