Novel & Cerita The Wife Who Walked Away

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....."

“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?

She'd been enjoying the man's company so much that she'd been oblivious to her husband standing only ten feet away watching them. At that moment, I had a choice. Either I could go to them, lift the man flirting so shamelessly with my wife into the air and hurl him out of a window or I could leave. I had left without looking back. My phone vibrated in my pocket, the third time it had rung. I pulled it out and, not looking at it, turned it off. I didn't want to speak to anyone. I didn't trust myself to speak to anyone now. I walked for miles, detouring through pavements. I slowed my pace as I walked the long driveway to my home and climbed the marble steps.

it not like ,i am ok with you being my wife but , don't be too happy" he scoff and walked away

The atmosphere at the dining table seemed quieter than usual. The three people who were there were focused on the cutlery in their hands. Edmund, as a husband, could not hide his sadness because this morning his wife was not by his side to enjoy breakfast. Elena glanced toward the sound of pattering feet. With a glance, she could see Irene walking towards Theresia's room with a tray of food. Just then, Elena put down the cutlery and rose to her feet. Making the two men who were there stare at the woman with questioning looks.

And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk. The mistress died, pointing all the evidence to Sebastian. And only Angela could save her husband. Secret after secrets starting to reveal. A dilemma that their so-called perfect family is just lingering at the corner. Waiting to unfold. How can Angela cope up with all of these? Is her love enough to protect, her family? A struggle of a wife who vowed in the altar. 'Till death do us apart.'

, she stopped him. "What will people say about you Karan? Don't you think you should be with your wife and not her sister? Come on go fast or else your wife will think you are again behind me", she said and walked out. Karan was fuming in rage but drank his anger realising she was right. He needs to be with his wife but he was here talking with his ex. Turning his heels he walked into the room and saw his wife coming into the living room with Ira and Farha behind her.

A wife should do that. Chadwick’s secretary thinks that Adira was kicked out by her husband, had no choice but to lay low. Neil is wrong. Chadwick did his best to let her stay, even asking her to be with him at that time. But it was Adira who voluntarily walked out, as if she had no reason to be with her husband anymore. “I always told her to leave me alone,” Chadwick murmured. “But in reality, it was her, who wanted to be away.”

Something flickered across Nathan's face, so quick Claire almost missed it. "Then we understand each other," he said, standing up. "Stay in your lane, and this will be easy for both of us." He walked past her without another word, and Claire stood there in the empty dining room, feeling smaller than she had ever felt in her life. Later that afternoon, a woman walked into the mansion without knocking, heels clicking loudly against the marble floor. Claire was in the hallway when she saw her, tall, beautiful, dressed in clothes that probably cost more than Claire's entire wardrobe combined.