The Wife Who Walked Away นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And so I returned back to my chair and had my first and last dinner date with my husband. * * * * Reiner's POV: I sat across from Laura at the executive desk in my office. She had returned to Griffin groups today to clear her office and submit her resignation letter as director. Laura fiddled nervously with the hem of her blouse, not meeting my gaze. "Laura, after much deliberation and thinking, I took some time to come up with a decision," I began, my voice heavy with sadness. "Our contract marriage has run its course. I believe it's time for us to go our separate ways as you demand."

"Dante, you've missed the point. I never asked you to get revenge for me. And I don't need you to prove anything." "Then what do you need? I can give you anything!" "I need you to leave my office," I said flatly. "I have a meeting with an important client and no time for personal matters." Dante was stunned. He clearly hadn't expected this coldness. "No. I don't accept that." He walked toward me. "You're my wife—" "Ex-wife," I corrected him. "I filed for a unilateral divorce. Legally, we have no connection." "The law?" he sneered. "Our bond isn't based on the law."

“Have you never once considered making our bond real? We could live openly. We could be complete.” I pulled free. “Go. My heart has chosen, and it was never you.” Her tears fell freely then, and she fled the estate. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air long after she left, too warm, too human, clashing against the cold marble and iron wards of the Dominion. I pressed my fingers to my temples and reached instinctively for the faint imprint Vivienne once left on these walls, but her presence had been erased so thoroughly that even memory struggled to find it.

“What?” I walked back into the room, leaving the door open for him. “My wife walked in here looking like pure sex, sucked my soul out through her pussy, rode my cock until she came twice, and then left me with a rock-hard dick and blue balls. She fucked me and walked out like it was nothing.” Zane followed me in, shaking his head like he could not believe what he was hearing. “And by ‘used,’ you mean she came a couple of times and then left you hanging while you were still trying to cum?”

We were treading dangerous territories and we both knew it, When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, I kept my forehead pressed to hers for a moment. Raymond looked like he had been told that his dick could no longer function. To add salt to his injury, Eve turned her head and looked straight at him, managing to keep her voice steady despite how hard she trembled in my arms. “I’m not your wife. Not anymore.” Raymond said nothing. He simply turned and walked away, his shoulders rigid with rage. The moment he disappeared down the corner, she flew out of my hold. I folded my arms, the temptation to reach out and grab her almost too much to bear.

His wife stops when she realizes she is walking alone. She turns around with a heavily confounded face and drags her flamingo legs back. Ray takes a sip of his whiskey, which I would never have recommended. He looks extremely knocked off. “I said, Let us go, Ray!” She screeches between gritted teeth, as if getting wind of her puzzling husband’s weird behavior. “I don’t remember coming here with you. Just leave! I will leave when I feel like it!”

I can't leave her to die. Few minutes later, my wife got up on her feet and made her way out of the conference room. She looked disturbed. Like she was about yo throw up.

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.

My mind is foggy, I could hardly focus on anything. “Callum baby,wake up” It was Celine's that woke me up, I Looked around and let out a relief sighed seeing the familiarity of my home. My home, my wife. This was my home where my wife and I made love,shared a laugh, cry and experience our never Ending happiness. Tessa’s tear stained face flashes in my mind and the guilt is there. She probably thought I didn't love her yet I did the thing that scares her the most, I walked away leaving her alone with her thoughts, insecurities. I should have held her and reassured her that everything will be okay and that I would never leave but who the hell walks out on her wife! Apparently, me.

All I felt was emptiness. I left the office and went home and parked the car in front of my building and sat there, gripping the steering wheel. My chest felt tight, and it was getting harder to breathe. I hadn’t fought for us. I had let her go without even trying. What kind of man does that? Was what Isabella had told me enough to shut her out so cruelly? Why did I even believe Isabella? But I knew why. I swallowed. What kind of husband lets his wife walk away?