The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

“I have every right to be here. I’m picking up my son’s things.” “Your son?” Catherine laughed out very loud. “You abandoned him. You left him here with Adrian and walked away.” “I didn’t abandon anyone. I left Adrian. Not my children.” “Same thing.” “It’s not the same thing at all.” Vanessa stepped closer. “You’re pathetic, you know that? You couldn’t handle being a wife so you ran away. And now you’re back because what? You won in court?”

“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.

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.

" 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’re already defending her. You’re already making excuses for why she stayed away. And I’m standing here realizing that the second she decides to walk back into your life, I’ll be the one who disappears.” “That’s not true—” “It is,” she whispered. “And we both know it.” She stepped toward the door, her hand resting against the knob, and paused for a second, but didn't look back. “I wish you well in finding your wife, Gavin.” Then she opened the door and walked out.

Seoyun picked up the cardigan hanging over her chair and headed for the front door. Butler Kim hurried after her. "Madam, where are you going this late?" Seoyun stopped. She looked once at the tightly closed bedroom door upstairs before turning away. "Don't prepare dinner for me anymore." "Madam..." Seoyun opened the front door. Cold night air brushed across her face. "Because starting tonight, I'm done waiting for him." And that night, the wife who had spent three years waiting for Kang Jaeheon finally walked out of his home.

James had never gotten over her death — in three years of dating and marriage, he'd never once taken me anywhere near the sea. All of it, because of her. He had only ever fallen for me, married me, because I reminded him of her. I looked at my face in the vanity mirror, and something inside me broke. I dropped to the floor and gagged. I didn't want to think any further. I couldn't stop. They were downstairs right now. What were they saying? What were they doing? I didn't know. I was the wife. I was the one with a ring. And I didn't even have any standing to call them out.