روايات وقصص ضمن The Wife Who Walked Away

" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform? Naomi's face went cold as she stepped up. I pulled her back. Talia smirked. "What? Hit a nerve?" I gave a small smile and shook my head. "Talia, I shouldn't have kept you tied to me. We're done. You walk away with nothing, pay back what you owe, and get out of my hotel." She lost it. "No way! Half of everything is mine—you're not taking it all!" I let out a short laugh. "If I want, you don't get a dime. But tell me—those two kids... whose are they?"

"Fine. I'll tell you. I planned that fire three years ago. I did it to get away from you. I never loved you. I never wanted to live that life with you." Her words struck like a hammer to the chest. My body turned to stone, heart clenching with each beat. I'd suspected it, but hearing it from her own lips still tore me apart. "Nick," she continued. "Marrying you was the biggest regret of my life. I never loved you. And I could never accept your poverty. Look at you! Do you really think someone like you deserves to be my husband or Lily's father? "You think just because you make a few extra bucks serving wine at parties, you can provide for me now? I'll tell you something. With what you earn,

“I can’t do this.” Walking out is not even an option. She has to ask her estranged husband to drive her back to Preston’s place because this place is in the middle of nowhere. She hasn’t stayed there for over twenty-four hours. She's basically an intruder. Who knows what those guards would do to her?

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.

And I know that this act of disobedience will come at a terrible price or would I say punishment like Agatha always calls it My wife slowly rises from the floor, one hand pressed to her red cheek, she grabs Leah's hands and says in three simple words. “Let us go!” with that they walk away ** My wolf is not remorseful, instead he is laughing as he watches Agatha and Leah go away. For him this is victory. For me, I know that I am doomed

I stared at her, silent. She took another step back. “I have Lusaka, hes my husband. Nothing could ever happen between us Adrian… Also, I hope you find happiness with your child. I hope you raise him well. Be the father you never had. But please, Adrian… let me go.” Her voice cracked at the end, and I saw the tears fall. Still, she turned. And walked away. And I stood there—my hand hanging in the air, my chest hollow. She was gone.

She said almost shouting. I was shocked by the tone of her voice. I glared at her. "What do you mean by that?" I said seriously. "Your wife is gone! She left you! Why do you think I’m here instead of her?! Because she already left you! She left with Alex! They cheated on us! They left us!” She said while she is crying so loud. I shake my head. That’s impossible! My wife will never do that! “What are you saying?” I said still in disbelief.

She eyed her husband "After spending 30 good years together, you don't trust me??" He asked looking at his wife "Then who is she?" Mrs Walker retorted, eyeing her husband "I know what I did wasn't right but the situation called for that kind of solution. It would be too late to rectify all this after she's married so I've summoned up the courage to tell you" He started moving his eyeballs from his wife to his daughter "Stop going around in circles and hit the nail on the head." Mrs Walker was beginning to get impatient

"Mum called me and said a girl she knew was in trouble. She needed somewhere safe to stay." "And did you think to mention this to your wife?" My voice rose. "Adrian, did you think I might want to know that you'd agreed to let a woman move into our home?" "Nothing inappropriate is happening," he said, but the words sounded hollow. "Elena, you're upset because of your parents." "Don't do that. Don't use my grief against me. This has nothing to do with my parents and everything to do with the fact that you're allowing your mother to orchestrate something disgusting in our marriage."

Each one whispered “you lost, you lost, you lost.” I kept my face blank. I kept my eyes dry. Tears would come later. When I was alone. When I needed them to survive whatever she planned next. For now, I just walked. Dragging the pieces of myself out of the office where my ex-wife had just declared herself the architect of my future.