The Wife He Took For Granted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“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.”

“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.”

His hands rested on the desk, motionless. "I can't." The two words landed harder than she expected. " Or won't?" His jaw tightened."It doesn't matter." "It matters to me."She said. Her voice cracked despite herself. "It matters because I stood beside you while everyone else questioned our marriage." "It matters because I defended you." "It matters because I am your wife." For a split second, the mask he always wore slipped. "I gave my word." Jessica blinked."So your promise to Sarah matters more than your marriage?"

HR sent out the Christmas holiday schedule at 3 p.m. Every employee received seven days off and a Christmas gift box. Well, all of them… except for me. I was given only half a day off. I had my medical records tucked in an envelope as I pushed open the conference room door. My husband, Matthew Westbrook, sat at the far end of the table, focused on something on his laptop. He didn't even look up as I entered. "The holiday schedule's already finalized," he said. "If I change yours now, HR will have to shift everyone's schedule around. Besides, it's just a shoulder procedure, Elena. It's not like you're dying. Once the surgery's over and done with, you'll be as healthy as a horse." I stare

I made fifty thousand a month, yet there I was at the hospital pharmacy counter, red-faced, because my card got declined. I quickly texted my wife. "Hurry up and transfer three hundred to me. I can't cover my preion, and I'm standing here at the register!" … A moment later, she replied with a link to a form. "Don't forget to submit an allowance advance request, honey!" In that instant, I suddenly realized that this was it for us. Then, I put the receipt down, walked out of the hospital, and drove straight to the law firm. "I want a divorce."

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And

At the company's eighth-anniversary livestream, the host asked Derrick, "Mr. Waterson, you started in a tiny 12-square-meter shop and built all this. Who deserves the most credit?" At that time, he took my hand in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers and said, "My wife, of course. I wouldn't be where I am today without Lydia." The comments flooded with praise for our perfect marriage. However, he pinned a "Co-Founder" badge onto Natasha's chest himself while mine was just a "Mr. Waterson's Wife" badge. In my previous life, I had confronted him right after the livestream. "She has shares. What about me?" Derrick pushed a 5-million-dollar guarantee agreement toward me while saying,

Somehow he had to find a way to fix things between them. He wanted his wife as he’d never wanted a woman before. He didn’t just want to couple with her, he wanted...all of her. He wanted her trust. He wanted her love. He had gone into this arrangement wanting land and a pretty wife, without ever really considering how the woman might feel about having him thrust upon her. Never before had a woman refused him, most hung off of him as though he hung the moon and he’d just assumed his wife would as well. He hadn’t considered that almost all of the women in his acquaintance were courtesans and tavern wenches, showing him affection for coin or pleasure. He’d never courted anyone, certainly not a

It's just that the man always argued that he could never have breakfast at home because he purposely avoided his wife. Lately, Zillion admits that he rarely sees his wife at home and is more busy at work. Even now he doesn't care if his wife doesn't come home or wants to spend all her days outside. For him at the moment only Caroline was the most important. Cassie was no longer a part of his life since that woman forgot her duty as a wife and since he realized that he shouldn't care to a selfish wife like Cassie. "Hueek..." Caroline shut her mouth tightly as nausea swept through her after she accidentally caught the scent of garlic in her kitchen. Caroline quickly ran to the bathroom to reli

He was right last night. Her insecurities were baseless and her accusations lacked evidence. From now on she will behave like a mature woman. Besides she has to trust her husband. Trust was the base of every relationship and she has doubted it already. He didn't look affected by his wife's presence next to him as he picked up her call. Not leaving the table or excused himself. Instead, he sat there enjoying the pancakes while talking to her. "You want to meet today? Err sorry but today I can't! I am busy! ......no...that will be fine......yes .....yaa I will send you the documents tomorrow......"