The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

he again cut me in middle. "yes... misunderstanding. I had before... that my wife is an angel. But I was so wrong. People change as they grow up I guess. And I was right always... women are just whores... they just can't help it, they have to spread their legs for any man who wants them. See... just look at her in this photo... It is clear it is her who is kissing him... MY FUCKING STEP BROTHER" and with that he threw a vase on the wall.

It was stupid, I know, but that’s how stupid I was for my husband. “Don’t do this to me, Justin. I am your wife. You should stick with me for better or worse, that’s what our vows are.” I pleaded before Justin, even kneeling on my knees as I cried before him. But Justin refused to speak to me anymore. Instead, he called upon the security personnel to take me away. “Take her out of here, quickly. She’s no longer my wife from this day forward. And she’s no longer allowed to be anywhere near me. Because seeing her only reminds me how foolish I was to even marry someone like her.” Justin said with a tinge of disgust in his every word. Following that, he turned his back on me as the security took

I knew she needed that, or else her rose thorns would spread out around the entire private ward. “The family head was telling the truth about charities and trading, but his wife didn’t believe him, and jealousy got the best out of her. And since they were not soulmates or even destined ones, she committed a huge crime.” With a sad and angry tone, Simon simplified for us what happened before the fall of the same hometown of my wife.

He confessed. As she thought, the wife knew about his business. “But if it makes you feel bad..” He trailed on, standing up to take off the ring from his finger. “I didn’t..” Valerie tried to stop him from doing that, she wasn’t jealous of his wife, nor was she concerned about what he has ongoing with her. But she was surprised, when he opened the window and threw away the expensive diamond ring into the lake that was next to his room. This man has gone crazy.

“You’re crossing a line.” Nathaniel held my gaze. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then I said, deliberately, “Don’t say my wife’s name.” I warned. The word wife came out automatically, as if she was still mine. As if we weren’t in the middle of a very messy, very public divorce. Nathaniel noticed, and somehow that seemed to irritate him even more. “Your wife,” he repeated, “was treated like an inconvenience in her own home.” “That is not your problem.”

"While Lyara is becoming one of the most powerful women in Sterling City, you still look like a man trying to remember where he parked." The air went thin. I wanted to argue. I wanted to tell him that Ashworth Heights was not a place you lost overnight, that influence bled out slowly, that I was still fighting. But the truth was in his eyes, and he knew I knew it. "Another family approached me last week," Phillips said. "Old money. New tech. Their son is thirty, clean record, and he doesn't have to explain to the press why his ex-wife now signs his paychecks. He is far more suitable for Lila than you will ever be again,"

The untouched documents still covered his desk. Emails remained unanswered because every time he tried to focus, Jessica's words dragged him back to the night before. "If you cared about me... you would've trusted me." He closed his eyes. He opened the same document three times and read the same line without understanding a single word. For years, Michael Carter had survived by keeping everything locked away. His fears. His weaknesses. His truths. But Jessica wasn't his enemy.She was his wife. And somehow, she was the one person he kept pushing away while trying to protect her.

The city lights reflected against the windows. The anniversary cake remained untouched. The divorce papers remained open in front of him. For years he had believed that his marriage was one of the few things in life he never needed to worry about. Because Elena would always be there. Because she always had been. Tonight, for the first time, Adrian Whitmore looked at the signature line at the bottom of the page and realized something he had never considered before. His wife was preparing for a future that did not include him. And he had absolutely no idea when she had started planning it.

Mrs Crawford asked, her voice cautious. "What are you insinuating?" "I'm not —" "My wife died! Not some stranger or a worker, my wife! I've loved her more than half a decade and you all want me to allow what she dedicated her life to get destroyed?" "But I thought you were the one that ran the engine of the company and you just gave her the bigger shares of the company out of love," Mr Thorne recalled. "The designs are mine, yes, but my wife is a perfectionist. She makes everything better. She.. oh Carmen, how could you leave me so soon?"

What? Why? Is it because he’s actually married? "But we’re married, right? What are we supposed to do as a married couple?" I asked, genuinely confused. "We exist," he deadpanned. Is he serious right now? I wanted a younger husband so I could have endless sex, check off every single one of my fantasies, and show him off to the Upper East Side girls. "Then what are we going to be doing?" I asked carefully. He looked me dead in the eye, his blue gaze utterly frigid. "Either you take whatever I give you, Miss Ross, or you leave. Trust me, I’m more than happy to send you back to your handsome, wrinkled husband."