The Wife He Threw Away Novels & Stories

I extended my hands and grabbed the edge of his pants, but he shook it off and walked away. I watched my last ray of hope walk further and further away from me. And with one last sentence, he exclaimed a regretful remark that killed me, “I picked you up from that muddy place. You are no longer my wife. You are nothing to me! You and your family must pay for what you did to me.” Strength escaped me knowing that truly, I was now all alone in a lion’s den. The king of the jungle had abandoned her and the hyenas were waiting to devour me. Right then and there, I knew it would be the death of me.

Even if the item belonged to him and he had thrown it in in a fit of rage and— His head was working over drive with his thought process. “Natalia Shaw, you are in for it now.” He said angrily and exited the cubicle, hoping that one of the losers at the bar would take off a fairly clean shirt, at least and carelessly leave it hanging around. Noah was in luck, because he found a couple of shirts thrown over each other on a table. Each of them not greasy or sweaty or smelly. He grabbed one quickly and slipped it over his head. “Women.” He shook his head as he headed to where Natalia and her little boy simps sat. He would not have his reputation ruined because of a silly woman that he had marrie

“It’s not as if you’ve never hit your wife before, is it Thompson?” My husband just stares at us, slack jawed, for several seconds before he says, “I don’t think that’s any of your business!” “It’s my business!” I remind him, braver now that I have Stringer at my side. “And I am done with all of it, Jeff!” I rip my wedding ring off of my hand and throw it at him, hitting him in the chest. His eyes bulge. “Julia!” Jeff shouts as I back away, ready to leave with Mr. Stringer who I am sure will take me wherever I want to go. “You can’t just leave. This is ridiculous!”

Chad looked up at his wife who was placing… No, who was tossing the plates and dishes on the dining table? Chad was looking at her silently. Ever since he was asked by Marwick Garner to go back home with one year’s salary. His life had flipped upside down. It seemed like his fate had taken the worst turn forever. His wife who used to be a lovey dovey woman before the scandal was now a robotic alien who didn’t have any feelings for him. Most of her time was spent verbally abusing their teenage kids. One daughter and one son.

I said, more like suggesting. “No, he left you because he discovered there’s nothing attached to your name. He didn’t want to be with a woman who has no identity, no wealth, nothing.” “That’s not true!” I yelled, flinging the glass at the wall and making the baby cry. “I am Nevaeh Miles Lucas. I have an identity!” “That was then, now you know better,” the husband said, walking behind me. “Let us help you get that back.” “Keep quiet, pipsqueak!” the wife grunted at the wailing baby. “Honey, I might have to dump this baby with nurse Edith. I can’t deal with this.”

I stumbled backward before colliding with the wall behind me. No! this can’t be happening; she wouldn’t do that to me. my wife was in the arms of another man. He was carrying her bridal style and looking affectionately at her. it was like she was his world. But I could only see his side profile. The picture came with a text, “This is what happens when you treat your wife like trash.” The pain in my chest was unbearable. It wasn’t my intention, I thought I was doing right, no. Ethan just be joking with me and that guy was one of her father’s men.

He said meanly, I flinched and looked away at the ground. “We have to be on our way now,” he said to no one in particular as he moved to where I was standing and pulled me roughly to the car, opened the car door and tossed me in like I am nothing but garbage. “I hope he likes you or else he is going to have my head on a stake. He has rejected twenty mates already and he is already starting to get angry, I hope you somehow manage to tickle his fancy or else I will be dead meat.” The strange man who is supposed to be my husband said to himself with a sigh.

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the

He can’t just throw me away like this. The woman beside Luke giggles, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. “Hi, sweetie,” she purrs, sending a chill down my spine. “I’m Luke’s new playmate. He said you wouldn’t mind sharing.” I feel like the floor has slipped out from beneath me. Is this some sick joke? I’m his wife. My hands tremble as I clutch the edge of the window for support. “Luke, I’m your wife.” “You were never my wife, Daisy,” he sneers, and the woman standing beside him smirks at my condition. “You were just a worthless piece of trash that I’m throwing away.”

"Is he? Because from where I'm sitting, I was nothing. A housewife who cooked and cleaned and raised his children. And the second I was gone, they replaced me. In six weeks." "You weren't nothing. You gave them everything you had." "And they threw it away." Her hands clenched into fists. "They threw me away like garbage. And now they're celebrating. Today. Right now. A three hundred thousand dollar wedding, celebrating getting rid of me." Her voice was rising, getting louder, angrier by the second. "Six weeks, Simeon. Six weeks since I left. And they're already married. Happy. Better off, supposedly." "They're not better. They're pretending."