The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

Nadia shook her head helplessly, tears now streaming down her face as her body violently trembled against the bed post. “I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't...” She murmured in a stuttering voice under her breath. But Anatoly wasn't even listening to her words. “My marriage had been arranged a long time ago! My future wife was going to be beautiful, desirable, a fucking goddess with her two complete legs!” Anatoly grimaced more in disgust as he stared at the woman who was now his wife. “Instead I got a crippled wife! An incomplete woman!” He spat out furiously. “A complete disgrace and a fucking waste of space who can't offer me anything. Fucking nothing!”

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

“I apologize on Charles’s behalf.” “Who are you? Please, lift your head.” “I’m fine like this,” the woman insisted. “Please, forgive him.” Elara sighed. “But you’re making me uncomfortable. Please, lift your head.” Reluctantly, the woman obeyed and raised her head. “Who are you?” Elara asked again. “I’m Charles’s wife,” the woman whispered. “You’re... Charles’s wife?” Elara repeated, stunned. “Yes. I’m truly ashamed,” the woman muttered, guilt heavy in her eyes. Elara wondered why she carried that guilt when it was her husband, not her, who had framed Elara.

The words sent a slight shiver down my spine, but I resolved to persevere in winning Lucien's favor and earning his trust. Our conversation continued, each exchange filled with subtleties and unspoken emotions. As Lucien revealed his unavailability due to an upcoming event “I wouldn’t be home to keep you company later in the day, there’s an event going down that I have to attend” he says, a fleeting pang of sadness washed over me. I longed for his company, yearning to be by his side. Driven by a mixture of longing and a desire to assert my role as his wife, I boldly suggested, "Can't I accompany you? After all, I am your wife, and it would mean a lot to me." The words lingered in the air, ca

he replied as I burst into tears again "Please stop crying sister" "Did you just say I should stop crying? I lost my baby!!" "You lost one not the two,you gave birth to a twin but one is gone and we need to accept our fate,that was how God wants it,you might feel bad but there's nothing you can do about it,it is written and destined already to happen....so please stop crying" he keeps consoling me till I fall asleep ****** "Where's my wife?! Where is she?" I heard my husband yelling, his voice can be heard everywhere

“I’m sorry. Carlson’s been a little paranoid these past few years. He’s afraid that I’ll leave him. “What happened to us in the past traumatized him. Please don’t blame him.” Her first instinct was to apologize, and her second was to justify his behavior. I felt an indescribable sense of sorrow. He was the cause of all my sufferings. However, my wife, whom I had once loved deeply, chose the culprit who had hurt me.

​Thump. ​For reasons he couldn't fathom, the exact millisecond those brutally honest words slipped past Elena's lips, a profound, suffocating pang of despair violently collided with Liam's chest. He stared at her in utter disbelief. A volatile wave of rejection churned within his soul; he could not accept how effortlessly his wife dismissed him, as though he held absolutely zero value in her eyes.

Lyra swallowed hard and then nodded her head. “I am so sorry for making you feel that way. You are not a stand-in. You deserve my loyalty. Pitiful? I don’t find you pitiful one bit. You are a strong woman and it is those who choose to cross you I pity because they do not know what they have gotten into.” “Oh, please. Do not flatter me,” she shook her head. “That is perhaps the only thing I am bad at. Flattery. You are my wife. And the woman with whom I am well pleased."