The Wife Of Bath's Prologue Summary Novels & Stories

Regina declared emphatically. “Yes,” began Rogers. “The story you have just heard is not a hear-say. It is not a fable. It happened as you see the unchangeable sun emerges from the blue cloud; you are still young. Your motive to join with a girl of your choice had no ruinous consequences, only if you make a wrong choice of mate. Though a kind of a woman you choose to be a saint possibly could be a devil or serpent in your bed. What determines the eternal destiny of a man depends on the kind of wife he espoused. If she is a vulgar type, she reflects the man’s ambition and the kind of home he anticipates in the future. Be careful of the kind of woman you want to marry and the place from which

He just stared at her. "I….. I found myself in that b…. brothel where…. I….. I lost m…my everything….my v.. virtue…my body….my soul….. everything…I…I was completely tainted and d…destroyed by those numerous m…men who continued to harm m…me and my body without my c…consent…. I…. I tried to fight but I couldn't win so …. I…. I gave up t…to my fate and became a lifeless breathing body there and continued to endure t…that pain until I…. I found that I…. I was pregnant…." She continued to tell him everything and he wordlessly heard her each and every word.

He quakes with fear in the presence of the Emperor. Nothing is said by either Kiara or the Emperor, she isn’t even given the courtesy of being let out of her cell, or given new clothes to change into, none of the rites of marriage are observed, no vows are exchange, there is only a proclamation by the stuttering priest who can barely get the words out. And just like that, they become man and wife.

“Word has already spread! The neighbors saw the police take Delia away in nothing but a sheet! Pregnant! Your own pregnant sister dragged out like a criminal! Have you no shame?” I lowered my hand from my cheek. My voice came out cold, even though everything inside me was burning hot. “She is a criminal. She broke into my home. She broke into my marriage and fucked my husband on my wedding anniversary. She deserves to rot in hell.” “Your marriage?” Mary let out a bitter laugh. “If your marriage was worth anything, she wouldn’t have been able to break into it, would she?” The words hit me like another slap. I felt a painful pang in my chest.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"He sold you to us, little bird. He handed you over on a silver platter just to save his pathetic name." Rhys walked slowly toward the desk, his steps silent and predatory. He reached out, his long, elegant fingers gripping her jaw with a bruising, unyielding force. He tilted her face up, forcing her to look into his dark eyes behind the lenses of his glasses. "You are trembling, Elena. Is it fear, or are you finally realizing how pathetic your husband is compared to us?"

"Elsie was a mistake from the very beginning, a commoner with middle-class trauma who was never fit to carry the Thorne name. It is time for you to grow up and forget about her, Damien. Force yourself to accept reality because Naveda is standing right outside that door. She's a woman of elegance, noble blood, and unshakeable stability. She is the wife you need to build the biggest empire ever known to mankind.” "I don't care about Naveda! And I sure as hell don't care about your version of the legacy!" I snapped bitterly. "I don't care if Elsie isn’t up to your standard but she is my wife and she is carrying my child! And I will burn this entire empire to the ground before I ever let you or

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”