The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

Mother. I stare at the flashing icons, a cold, heavy weight dropping into the pit of my stomach. Ever since the afternoon I walked into Mark’s corporate study and found them together—the absolute betrayal of my marriage and my family structural integrity shattered in a single second—I have ignored every single text, email, and call she sent. I didn't confront her. I didn't scream. I simply packed my bags, cut the legal ties, and vanished to this city. "You're staring at it like it's a pipe bomb," Liz observes quietly, setting her pen down. "Do you want me to turn it over?"

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

She didn’t bother looking back despite my whimper, and having Sebastian holding me back; I didn’t follow her. I walked back inside toward the hotel. My breath heaving with each step I took. My wife, beauty, and pride just decided to walk away, leaving everything behind. My heart throbbed with each step I took, and Sebastian catching sight of that, pulled me out of the lobby.

I really could care less if they were happy about the whole matter, i just wanted to be done here Taking my wife’s hand i turned to walk out of the door. “Wait.”

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.

“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.

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.

Arabella Whitmore is gone. People posted messages of condolence. They remembered her as the fortunate woman who had married into the Ashcroft family. No one knew she had lived among them all this time, yet never truly been seen. No one knew that the face they once admired was broken — not only by the accident, but by the very people who should have protected her, and who had cast her aside so quickly. There was Leonard, spoken of as the grieving husband. Margaret, the grandmother mourning her loss. Even Vanessa was mentioned briefly, as a family friend sharing their sorrow.

I glanced at the untouched glass of wine she’d ordered before looking back at her. Silence stretched between us. I took a step away before stopping. “And Bianca?” She looked up. “Stay away from my wife.” Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away.

"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.