The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

“The cracked phone. The folder.” “I know,” she said. “Me too.” “If I hadn’t run after you,” he said. “You did though,” she said. “That’s the only version that matters.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Three months ago,” he said, “you were standing on a street being called someone’s cousin. And tomorrow you’re going to stand in this room and become my wife.” She felt that move through her, slow and warm, the full weight of how far the distance had been and how short the time.

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

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“I have every right to be here. I’m picking up my son’s things.” “Your son?” Catherine laughed out very loud. “You abandoned him. You left him here with Adrian and walked away.” “I didn’t abandon anyone. I left Adrian. Not my children.” “Same thing.” “It’s not the same thing at all.” Vanessa stepped closer. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You couldn’t handle being a wife so you ran away. And now you’re back because what? You won in court?”

Three days before our wedding, I brought supper for my fiancee, Zoe Anderson, at the hospital. I opened the door of the on-call room and heard moaning sounds. Under the dim lights, the intern, Jack Reid, buried his head against Zoe’s fair shoulder. His hand slipped beneath her open white coat. After Zoe saw me, she pushed him away and tidied her clothes. She looked very calm. “Jack’s pursuing me. He’s infatuated with me, and when he found out that we’re getting married, he threatened to kill himself with a scalpel. “I was worried he’d hurt himself, so I comforted him this way. Our wedding will still go on three days later. “You’ve always been very kind. I believe you won’t mind me

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Claire was in the hallway when she saw her, tall, beautiful, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than Claire's entire wardrobe combined. The woman stopped in front of Claire and looked her up and down slowly. "So you are her," the woman said. "The wife." "I am Claire," she said carefully. "And you are?" "Vanessa," the woman said, like the name alone should mean something. "Nathan's real relationship. The one that actually matters." Claire felt her stomach drop, but she kept her face steady. "I think you should discuss that with Nathan, not with me." Vanessa laughed, short and cold.