The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

At the party the night before our wedding, I came across a couples' challenge post online: [If I weren't an option, who would you most want to marry?] I smiled as I asked my fiance, Julian Hayes. He didn't hesitate. "Vivian." Vivian Bennett was my younger sister. My best friend chimed in. "Honestly, Vivian does understand him best. Every time you two fight, she's the one who stays up talking to Julian until dawn." Vivian reached over and gave him a playful punch on the chest. "Better keep your fiance in line, sis. Can't have him pining after me all the time." The whole table erupted in laughter. My mother, Margaret Bennett, gave an amused tsk. "It's just a joke. Besides, Vivian never complai

On our third wedding anniversary, Lorenzo Falcone came back from Sicily with a chest of jewels. Without thinking, he slid the chest toward my sister Vella and told her to pick first. I stared, eyes wide, and the disappointment slipped out before I could stop it: "Lorenzo. It's our anniversary. Don't I get to choose first?" He faltered for just a second. Then he said: "Lily, as a Donna, you should know how to be gracious. You can't always act like a little girl." I'd heard that for over twenty years. Since I was a child, the eldest daughter of the family, I'd long learned to step aside. Give up the horse I loved. Give up my grandfather's keepsake. Give up the chance to study abroad. Give up t

"There are rumors that you used sleepwalking as an excuse to leave the marriage. Are they true?" Wendy's eyes reddened as she choked back tears. "I don't know anything. I'm innocent. Zane has someone else now. He's working with outsiders to frame me. "His mistress pushed me on purpose. That's how I lost my baby. Now, they want to leave me penniless. How am I supposed to live like this?" People tend to side with whoever looks weaker. Quite a few in the crowd began to sympathize with her. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was met with curses and accusations.

A husband and wife continued to walk down the street, which was being crowded with visitors. Feelings of annoyance, anger, and sadness because of the embarrassing incident that was carried out by her husband still linger in the girl's brain. She did not want to say anything to Massimo for fear of the words getting out of hand. Abby occasionally glanced out to sea. A woman, who was always assertive, stopped walking as if something had caught her attention.

That was the only words that came out of my mouth as I walked away; leaving them behind. Whether I come back or not… I’m still your wife.

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

Everything. He kissed her thoroughly before finally letting go He saw sadness flit across her eyes before finally turned away He watched her back as she slowly walked away. Whenever he and his wife were separated for a while, he always wanted them to turn away together. But at that time something prevented him from completely turning away. He watched her back as she slowly, hesitantly, to walk away Until it stops completely

Then she turned and walked out of the dining room, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she headed upstairs. Mr. Dawson sat frozen in his chair, looking small and deflated despite his expensive suit and commanding presence. He stared at the doorway where his wife had disappeared, his jaw working soundlessly. All that power, all that money, and he couldn't stop his wife from walking away. I guessed it took a while lot more than that to keep a family together. Jace frowned at him. "Why the hell are you still sitting there? Go after her." Mr. Dawson's eyes snapped to his son. For a moment, they just stared at each other—the unstoppable force and the immovable object, locked in silent

Maddalena said, folding her napkin slowly, “she’s your wife. Which makes her my business.” That did it. I pushed my chair back. Not as loud as Sarah’s, but firm. Final. I stood. “I’m done with this.” “You’re only done because you saw her pain.” I shook my head. “I’m done because I should’ve stopped it before it got this far.” She didn’t stop me when I walked away. I left the dining room, my steps faster now. I moved through the halls, past the soft light and silent rooms, past the staff pretending not to listen. I climbed the stairs two at a time.

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."