Novel & Cerita The Wife He Took For Granted

"Apologies for running late. My wife's been ill. I had to see to her first." The men nodded, understanding. Family first, one of them said. Wife. He'd said it without a flicker, this from the man who'd been so firm about us being strictly friends on this trip. I turned to look at him, waiting for some sign that it had cost him something to say. There was none. He'd already moved on, deep in whatever the men were saying. One word, and my stomach was a mess of butterflies. I hated how much I liked the sound of it.

“I remember you had good grades back in high school. But now, you’re…” She trailed off, but I knew what she was going to say. I had been a house husband for a long time. It was because Lily was always so busy working overtime at the office that she would skip meals. I believed that couples had to complement each other. Hence, I chose to quit my job to take care of Lily, so she could fully focus on her career. However, the woman who loved me the most and the woman who would disregard her own safety to save me from a robber had slowly become a stranger.

Love rarely survived inside environments built entirely around power. After a certain point, Adrian stopped believing emotional attachment was worth the complications it created. He already possessed everything most people spent their entire lives chasing: wealth, influence, authority, and complete control over his future. Marriage offered nothing he lacked. He never planned to have a wife, much less one chosen for him by his grandfather. Adrian’s expression darkened slightly as he recalled the conversation from several weeks earlier. William Kingston had been seated across from him inside the private conference room overlooking the city, one hand resting calmly against the silver handle of

a woman in a silk dress murmured to her friend just inches from me, and the other woman nodded while sipping her drink, adding, "It's a shame about that girl he's actually married to, the one who tricked the grandmother into the match, because you can clearly see who he actually belongs with." ​I gripped the edge of my glass so hard my knuckles turned white, because for three years I had endured these whispers while staying silent. When I first married Slade, I actually believed that if I worked hard enough, if I cooked every meal, handled the laundry, and anticipated every whim of his parents and sister, they would eventually see me as one of them. I had spent the first year acting like an

“You took Kelly and ran to another country, Sallie. Don’t you think that’s a bit dramatic?” “Dramatic?” I echoed, a bitter laugh escaping my throat. “I left a cheating husband, Andrew. There’s nothing dramatic about getting away from you.” “I’m tired of hearing about that,” he said, his tone shifting into genuine irritation. “Most importantly, I need you to look at the bigger picture. I provided for you. I treated you and our daughter well." he paused, I could hear him pacing from the other end. "I gave you a comfortable, luxury life. I only had another woman outside the marriage. Why would you destroy our family over that? It makes no sense.”

He paid no attention to the women who attempted to attract him, whether through subtle flirtation, deliberate encounters, or invitations that would have been difficult for most men to refuse. He simply wasn't interested. His days were consumed by work, and he threw himself into his responsibilities with such intensity that even his natural desires as a man became secondary to the life he had chosen for himself. He didn't consider it a problem. Quite the opposite, in fact. He had convinced himself that he had moved beyond that stage of his life, that he no longer needed the distractions of romance or the emotional complications that accompanied it. He had already experienced marriage, had giv

She playfully swatted his arm. He smirked. "See, my wife is frigid," he boasted. "She doesn't appreciate my highly involved skills in the bedroom. If she were half as appreciative as you, maybe our marriage would be different." I doubt it. Given the skills you just displayed, I can see why any woman would be disappointed, let alone want nothing more to do with you. You're just too conceited to realize your skills are nothing to boast about and in fact, are worse than a college frat boy's. How on earth your wife puts up with you, I'll never know. God knows what that woman is getting out of her marriage, other than having a husband with good looks.

He finally looked at her, and his eyes were cold in a way that made her stomach drop. "Let me be clear about something," he said. "This marriage exists because your father owed my family money he could not repay. That is the only reason you are wearing that ring. Do not mistake this for anything real." "I understand that," Claire said, keeping her voice steady even though her hands were shaking in her lap. "I am not asking for love. I am asking for basic respect since we will be living in the same house." "You will have a room," Nathan said. "You will have food. You will have whatever you need. But do not expect me to treat you like a wife, because you are not one. You are a contract I am fu

Adrian moved in front of Elena. “Put my daughter down.” His father laughed. “Your daughter? You seem to have forgotten the agreement you signed before marrying her.” “I never agreed to this.” “You signed whatever your grandfather placed before you. You were always too obedient to question the consequences.” Adrian’s face tightened. “You destroyed my life, and now you’re trying to destroy hers.” His father glanced at Elena. “Your wife should be grateful. I am offering her a chance to recover her daughter without dragging the entire family into another scandal.”

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.