The Wife Who Walked Away 소설 & 이야기

“She meant nothing. She was never your wife in the first place.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, subtle, but clear. Not anger. Something deeper. “She may not be my wife in name,” he said quietly, each word steady, “but she’s the only wife I will ever have in my heart. Remember that.” He stepped closer, not touching, but close enough to make her tense. Then he turned and walked away, heading straight to his study. The door shut behind him with a sharp, final click. Alessia stayed where she was, her fingers curling at her sides. Anger burned beneath her calm face.

“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.

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.

No, he would remember that. Wouldn’t he? Her eyes answered the question before he could ask it. “You forgot where I was, Adrian.” The room suddenly felt much smaller. For several seconds neither of them spoke. Then she opened the door. “I hope your meeting goes well today.” The door closed softly behind her. Adrian remained standing beside the dining table long after she was gone. Somewhere in the city below, his wife was heading toward a presentation he knew nothing about. Somewhere in the past, she had walked out of a hospital and realized she could no longer rely on the person she had married.

Better to appease this man who stirred up emotions she couldn't name and make him leave voluntarily. Ryan clenched his fist—his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself. Regardless of how Cedric Lancaster had manipulated the situation, the reality was undeniable: his wife didn't want to see him. Any explanation he offered would fall on deaf ears—or worse, would only serve to deepen her resentment. He knew his wife well enough to recognize when retreat was the only option. "Alright. I'll go," he said finally—each word feeling like glass in his throat. Ryan walked away with heavy steps, leaving the Elegant Realm studio behind him—and taking a piece of his shattered heart with him.