The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.

I looked at my own reflection in the dark glass—the tired eyes, the faint lines on my forehead, the ghost of a man who was finally learning how to feel again. "Tell them I am not going anywhere," I said. "And tell them that if loving my wife again costs me this company, then this company was never worth having."

“Ask your husband what he promised me before he married you.” Elena slowly turned towards him. Adrian looked genuinely stunned. “What promise?” he asked. Margaret smiled without warmth. “The one that made this marriage possible.” She reached into her handbag and removed a folded document. Then she placed it in Elena’s hand. At the top was the date of Elena and Adrian’s wedding. At the bottom were two signatures. Adrian Blackwell. Margaret Blackwell. And one sentence that destroyed what little trust Elena had left: In exchange for marrying Elena Hayes, Adrian Blackwell agrees that any female child born from the marriage will be surrendered to the Blackwell family.

I'm the one who kept having withdrawals for seven fvcking years. Reaching the cabinet, I retrieve the first aid kit to clean the wounds. Hades, the fvcker, should start picking his funeral song because he'll pay. Not only for hitting me but for taking my wife away from me. The condescending piece of shit always made it clear that I shouldn't be with her. She's a mafia princess, and I'm a nobody, a killer who should remain in the shadows and only come out when he's needed to take care of extracurricular activities.

"Wha... what... what on earth was that? " she was asking her husband who himself was now cowering in fear. There was no more room for shame or compassion left in his chicken heart for his wife or her being assaulted. He threw the bunch of keys that he was hiding in his vest pocket. " Take this. Take her. Take everything. But please, please let me go. " the wife was now the least of his concerns. He had even thrown his beloved casino away at Ryan's feet. All he wanted at the moment was to keep living.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

“I made a mistake, Zia. I won’t deny it. But when she told me about the baby—” Zia cut him off, her voice cold. “You don’t get it, do you? You threw me away like I was disposable. You didn’t even ask me to stay or fight for our marriage. You just handed it over to her. Did you ever see me run to Sophia and ask her for permission to remain your wife? No. Because I had dignity. But you? You let her destroy everything we had.”

Measuring the gap between us, he snorted and brazenly sat on our couch. "It's been five years, but you're really doing well for yourself… getting rich, staying fit," he huffed. I glared at him icily. "That comes with working hard. Now say what you want to say and get out, or I'll sue for home invasion." Chris snorted, shrugging. "Wow, really? I guess you're the doctor, so what you say goes… but I came to warn you that I'm going to sell your wife Mary to the black market. 'Till death to you part, isn't that how it goes? Give me 500 grand if you don't want that to happen."

“The papers are in motion.” The color drained from her face. “No,” she whispered, then louder, “No! You can’t leave me. Calder, you would never leave me. I’m your wife. We’re a power couple. The Rhys name — you can’t do this!” She lunged forward and grabbed my arm, her nails digging in desperately. “Is this because of a woman? Some young slut finally caught your eye and now you’re throwing me away like garbage? You’ve been waiting for me to slip up, haven’t you? Waiting for any excuse to discard me!”

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”