The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

Vailan giggled and leaned forward, making her lean back in surprise, “And so, your husband, the emperor, is politely asking for your forgiveness for not being able to suppress his anger. He regretted his actions and have repented this whole day. Please forgive me, Wife.” Lixien’s eyes wavered at the word ‘wife’ and dazedly looked at him, unable to say anything.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

Now face-to-face with the half naked woman who stood there like the ghost of scandals past. “This is Liora. My wife,” Damien said firmly, like he was drawing a line in the sand. Carolyn’s eyes skimmed over me like I was a joke. Her lips twisted. “So this is your wife?” she said, letting out a laugh that sounded like it came from a place of bitterness. She scanned me like she was looking for the flaw. The glitch. Something to tear down. “You really downgraded, Damien. She’s like… five feet of nothing. Probably still learning how to speak.”

The raw emotion stripped away decades of practiced refinement. "That woman is your wife? You left her, Graham! You brought Lillian into this house and kicked Elena out! You humiliated her in front of everyone who mattered! You should be happy that she's out of your life! You should be relieved the whore is out! Instead, you're being reckless, behaving like a deranged stalker, and dragging the entire family name into the mud with you!"

“I am Liam’s wife, he will be wanting to see me as well, it’s urgent please just let me in to talk with my husband.” “I am sorry ma’am but sir Liam gave us strict orders not to let you in, I guess you should go home and wait for him.” “What do you mean that my husband gave an order not to let his wife in? tell him, Gina, his wife is here to see him, I beg of you.”

the nurse said, pointing to Natalie as she lay on the bed. Richard rushed to Liam's side, grasping his shoulders. "Please, Liam, you have to save her. You're our last hope. Please don't give up on her. You're my last hope. I don't want her to die and leave me. I don't care if she's no longer with me. Please save my wife. She's my life," Richard cried as he pleaded with Liam, who had tears streaming down his cheeks. Liam's eyes welled up, and Richard's words echoed in his mind, "Please save my wife. I can't lose her..."

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Umma said crying immediately they arrived at home "Umma don't say that. It's already in the past and nothing can be changed again" "No, I was not a good wife because I failed to notice his pain when he needed me most. I thought it was just an ordinary cold not knowing he was dieing, I failed to take care of him the time he needed me most" Umma said crying and shaking her head "I should be ashamed of my self as his wife, I should be ashamed"