The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

Lia is my wife, and your attempts to sow discord won't work! Suddenly, he thought of Amelia walking away. A sense of confusion and emptiness swept over him. He wasn't sure why, but a feeling crept in that he might have said something wrong just now.

Her hand froze mid-air before she slowly turned to me. “Wife? Ring?” Her voice was quieter now, confused. “You’re married?” I nodded. “Yeah.” She stared at me like I had just dropped a bomb on her. Mr. Johnson let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Yeah, he’s married. I was just about to tell you how he and his wife were flirting—” Before he could even finish, Vivian pushed back her chair and stood up abruptly. Without a word, she turned and walked away, heading upstairs.

He said point-blankly. "On paper." My voice cracked. "I'm your wife on paper and that paper runs out in three months and you know it. So let me go now. Please. That’s all i’m asking. Let me go and make room for the life you actually want because I cannot—" I pressed my hand over my chest and breathed through it. "I can't keep being in the same place as you. I can't keep being somewhere she is. Not after what she did. Not after—" I stopped. "You walked away. You stood on that porch and you looked at me and you walked away with her and I need you to understand what that did. I need you to actually understand that." He didn't say anything.

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

“Your wife is supposed to be your biggest motivation every day. She is not just a wife but an assistant, a partner and also a forever best friend.” “Mum…” “No son, let me finish talking first.” She cut in immediately. “I don’t know what you did to make your wife leave the mansion but make sure you bring her back to this mansion.” She ordered. I was going to explain to her but she wiped the drop of tear that welled down her left cheeks and walked out. “Mum”I tried to call her back but she turned a deaf hear and kept on walking. How? where and why did Sandra leave the mansion.

Everything hurt. “I’ll just—” she inhaled sharply, shut her eyes tight, and exhaled slowly. “I’ll just get out of your hair then.” She turned to leave. My hand instinctively stretched toward her, desperate to hold her back, to stop her from walking away. But I didn’t. Let her go, Elias. So you can break down in peace. So she can hurt in peace too. You have nothing she wants. So I did. I let her go. I watched my wife walk away, taking my heart with her, squeezing it until all the life drained out of me.

"If he loved you, Amanda, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't need to come to my workplace in a town you've never been to and try to convince his wife of something. You'd have the man. The fact that you're standing in a library in Maplewood trying to convince me tells me everything I need to know about what you actually have." Her jaw tightened. "You left him," she said, and the casual niceness she was trying to portray was fading fast. "You walked out on your marriage. You don't get to walk back in and act like you're the only option." "And yet," I said pleasantly, "here we are." "You're just the wife who left." I looked at her for a moment.

As for dad, I have never been this disappointed with anyone. Well for the rest of you, I do hope you will take this as a lesson to stay away from my family. If you will excuse me, my wife needs me. Have a good day.” The king walked out like his queen not sparing the people in the room even a second glance. That was the end of the meeting. The people in the room were left wandering what was going on. She is lucky to have a husband who prioritize her, thought juweyriya as she walked out of the room after stealing a glance at Wahid.

Everything. He kissed her thoroughly before finally letting go He saw sadness flit across her eyes before finally turned away He watched her back as she slowly walked away. Whenever he and his wife were separated for a while, he always wanted them to turn away together. But at that time something prevented him from completely turning away. He watched her back as she slowly, hesitantly, to walk away Until it stops completely

I stood there in silence, long enough for the snow to blanket the ground, long enough for a decade of passion and resentment to vanish like snowflakes in the wind. At last, when he seemed to feel my presence and our gazes locked, I walked away. For a fleeting moment, clarity flickered in his eyes, and he took a step to follow, but was quickly swallowed by a tide of jumbled memories. He grasped at a snow rabbit that happened by, asking, "Have you seen my Fiona?" I slipped away into the night, leaving the North to its Fiona-less fate, under a sky painted with crimson auroras.