The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

"Kyle, are you even a man? It's one bag. You can't afford it, or are you just too cheap?" "Because I can't afford it!" I snapped. "Do you have any idea how hard I work? I'm out there busting my back every day while you sit here doing nothing. Can't you, just once, try to understand what I'm dealing with?" I was done holding back. Sandy laughed coldly. "Oh, so now it's all my fault? You're unbelievable, Kyle. You treat your wife like dirt and wonder why I'm miserable? Being with you is nothing but suffering."

The legal paperwork lay on the polished mahogany desk. It already bore her husband's sharp, decisive signature. Elena Vance gripped the edge of the heavy wood just to keep her knees from buckling. Her eyes were bloodshot, swimming with a grief she could no longer hold back. "Is there really no way to save this?" she pleaded, her voice cracking. "Liam, I love you. I still want to be your wife, even if your heart isn't in it..."

“Always. You’re not alone in this. Remember that, okay? You have people who love you.” Sophia closed the door after Maya left and leaned against it for a long moment. The apartment felt quieter now. Emptier. But also a little lighter. She walked back to the couch and picked up her phone again. Adrian’s statement was still open on the screen. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped it. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years…” She read it again. Slowly. Carefully. Word by word.

"You—you! What do you think you're doing?! I'll call the cops for harassment!" I yanked up her sleeve, revealing the familiar mole on her wrist. A bitter laugh escaped my throat. "Still pretending? I'm your husband, Hilary. I know every inch of your body. Most importantly, why are you pretending not to know me?" Her expression darkened, lips pressed tightly as she glared at me. "Husband? Are you insane? Keep this up and I'll scream for help." I chuckled coldly. "Go ahead. Let everyone hear. Let's see if they believe me—or better yet, we'll let your new man come and see for himself."

I’m not coming home. I stared at it for a moment before replying briefly. Okay. Our messages were always brief and to the point. Nothing that resembled a conversation between husband and wife. Of course, I knew why. Because he never loved me. Becoming his wife was nothing more than a twist of fate. Three years ago, he was supposed to marry Isabella... .the woman he loved. We’d all known each other since we were young. But tragedy struck just days before their wedding. A car accident left Isabella in a coma.

She then read with her eyes on what it says: Thank you for the days that you made me your husband. I will never get over you. And I know that, as long as I live, I will no longer meet a woman like you Wisdom. You are a woman of wisdom, beauty, intelligence, and respect. Because of that, you will be the first and last woman that I will proudly call my wife. Hence, I am now single. From this moment, to the time I lay into my grave. I hope that…that if ever you heard of my end, you will come and visit me. And lay this note that I left you atop my grave.

The moment she finished speaking, Lucas's fist slammed straight into my nose. I collapsed to the ground as two streams of blood poured from my nostrils. He planted his foot on my face, his voice vicious. "You filthy bastard, how dare you harass my wife? You've got a death wish! Today's my wedding day—I was willing to let things go and not bring bad luck on myself. But you've crossed the line. If I don't teach you a lesson, I won't be able to swallow this anger!" Humiliation burned through me, my vision turning red as I forced out the words, "I'm Portia's legal husband. We're officially registered!"

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

Lillian’s games had escalated. She whispered rumors, planted subtle lies, and manipulated every situation to make Elara look incompetent, or even jealous. When Adrian was away, Lillian acted high and mighty, pressing Elara into uncomfortable positions. She twisted words, pretending to be offended or humiliated, making Adrian angrier with his wife. It didn’t take long for whispers to spread. Social circles, the hospital staff, even social media picked up the tension. People began talking: The Wolfe heir humiliates his wife. Divorce rumors swirl.

“Not for the maids. Cry because the man you love doesn’t want you. Not because others warm the bed you can’t.” Her sob broke free then. She turned and fled, silk trailing like a wounded banner. I watched the door close and touched the faint mark on my cheek. The door creaked open again, barely a minute after the young wife fled. Lira slipped in, eyes wide, voice breathless. “My lady. My lady. My lady…” “What’s the problem?” I snapped, still touching the faint heat on my cheek from the slap. “Spit it out.” She glanced over her shoulder like the walls had ears, then stepped closer.