The Wife Lament Novels & Stories

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

11 months and 28 days away. I read and reread aunt Lucretia’s letter. So this was what he meant earlier? It seems my husband is a year away from losing his wife but till then, I’ll be nothing but a pain in the butt. This marriage has to work either way and since I can’t be a loving, dutiful wife, I'd rather be his rival. A cold, calculated, two steps ahead enemy. " Oh, don't you worry Salvatore. You'll regret making me your wife by the time I'm done with you. Just you wait and see. Let's see who loses at the end of your game."

I felt drained just looking at my Molane. "Shod…" Her whispering tone made my head bang the more. Where I laid on the chairs lined up to form a long bench, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and at the same time, feeling sorry for my wife who knelt beside me. No one would like to share their woman they love genuinely with any one at all for no reason. But then I had been sharing to the point of lending my wife's womb to that stranger while I was left hanging.

While kneeling on the floor, she began slapping her thighs and crying bitterly. "What did I do to deserve such misery? I've worked myself to the bone to look after the children, scrimping and saving, only for my husband to roam free with his mistress. Here she is now, living in luxury while my husband beats me for her sake... I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to live anymore!" I scoffed. "Mr. Lane, your wife looks to be in great distress." "I-it's all because of my lack of attention. I'm so sorry, Ms. Stone."

Outside, a middle-aged woman looked at him with disdain, and next to him were three other beautiful women who also looked at him with disdain. "My wife hasn't woken up yet, what are you doing here?" “What is it, your wife scared our goats away. You are quick to pay for our loss." “Elder brother, don't say that we are a family that has to be divided or brotherly. This was made by the eldest brother's wife, not us."

At this moment, the realization hits me—I'm alone, unworthy of his love, unable to fill the void he's left behind. As the tears continue to fall, I clutch the towel to my chest, allowing myself to grieve for what once was and what now seems to be slipping through my fingers. The dream of my own home seems more distant than ever because I can't hope for his love there, the thought overshadowed by the gaping hole in my heart. And as the evening light fades, I'm left with the echoing whispers of uncertainty, the ache of longing, and the bitter taste of being an unworthy wife.

He left her long back ago behind his lost paths of where they met but today the destiny brought them along again in such a good day. His wife was waiting for him but here he was standing face to face with his ex warning her to stay out of her life. The sky darkened with his orbs which were throwing dagger at her side while she instead of being petrified matched his gaze with a evilly smirk dancing on her lips. "How dare you make my wife cry?", he growled. He was losing his patience as his wife's tears was piercing his heart inch by inch. "Ohh so she cried near you playing a damsel in disguise role", she laughs mockingly adding fuel to his anger.

I blinked, giving an awkward smile. “We’re sorry to bother you,” her husband said gently. “We recently lost our child, and my wife came here to remember her.” My chest tightened. "I'm so sorry," I said quietly. "My condolences," Hayden added. The woman immediately turned to her husband and gave him a light scolding. "Don't ruin the couple's mood." Couple? My heart gave an awkward thump. “It’s alright,” Hayden said. Then the woman turned to him. “Would you like me to take a picture for you?”

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

The moment I pushed the door open, I stopped. A family dinner was underway, loud and lively. I ignored the stares and stepped in, eyes burning. "Olivia, did you tell my mom that our marriage is fake?" For a second, I still hoped she would deny it, say it was all a misunderstanding. She didn't. She met my eyes without flinching. "Yes. I thought you could get along with Randall, but you went too far. This is just a consequence." Whatever hope I had left broke apart. I let out a quiet laugh.