The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

“That girl… always in those dull dresses. She doesn’t even know how to carry herself as a Walker’s wife. She must really be a burden to him.” Deep down, however, she felt a cold satisfaction at not having received a single call that night. She stood up. “I’m going to turn in. Good night.” Martha rose from the armchair and walked toward the door with firm steps, leaving her husband alone. “Good night, dear,” he replied without looking up from the newspaper he was now reading, relieved to be able to finish his tea in silence

“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.

“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?”

"What did you say!?" William jumped up, grabbing Francis by the throat fiercely. Emily had not expected William to react so strongly and muttered, "How interesting. She'd rather run away than apologize. Look what your precious wife did! You've spoiled her rotten!" William's previous affection for Emily had vanished entirely. He turned to face her, glaring through gritted teeth and growled, "I'm glad you know that she's my real wife." Then, he put on his clothes and headed straight for the basement.

she added before she started walking away from me. "My wife," I called her out, but she didn't look, so I shouted because she was far away from me already as the light started to blind me, "Colleeeeeeeennnn....."

She wouldn't deny feeling a little hurt that she had to share her 'husband' with someone else. Confused at that point, she walked away. Of course, she couldn't go into the room and interrupt them; it was only best for her to leave - even tho she didn't exactly know where to go. With feeble steps, she walked away, her chest feeling so heavy. As she traipsed down the staircases,she kept thinking of how unfortunate her life had been in the past few days. She couldn't believe she was a stranger in a pack full of wolves and her supposed husband was making out with his mistress. Goodness!

“You think love is about deserving it? You think I married Adrian because he’s perfect? No. I married him because he tries. Because he fights for me.” “Nina…” She stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You let her walk away without fighting for her.” I didn’t respond. The silence stretched between us until it was unbearable. Finally, I muttered, “She’s not my wife anymore.” Nina’s tone sharpened. “Because you made it that way.” I clenched my fists. “It’s not that simple.” “Yes, it is!” she snapped, surprising me. “You’re sitting here, rotting in your own guilt, convincing yourself that pushing her away was noble. But all you did was run—from her, from yourself, from everyt

“Then maybe you should’ve started by protecting me.” She turned without another word. And this time, I didn’t chase her and I opened my mouth, but nothing made it past my throat. What exactly would you tell your wife if she caught you cheating? Except in this case I wasn't actually doing that. She turned and walked away. She left like a woman who had nothing left to prove. Why was this happening to me?