The Wife Who Walked Away Novels & Stories

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

She was already at the door when I shouted after her, “Olivia, if I’m gone one day, don’t ask for forgiveness when you stand before God! Face your faith and say, with a clean conscience, that you never wronged anyone in your life.” “Hugh, what are you talking about? How could you be gone? I’ve sworn in front of God that you are the one I love most, and that will never change.” Then, she turned and walked away without looking back. As I watched her go, I felt nothing but sadness. It was the sixth day of the countdown. I had waited in the church for a long time, but once again, she did not keep her promise. She did not come back. Later that night, she texted and said she was working overtime a

Clarice said, and disappeared from the area. Alpha Callum sighed heavily. He could no longer feel his wife’s presence. He felt sad and disappointed that his wife was quick to leave. He walked towards the vehicle, sporting a gloomy expression on his face. He instructed Beta Amir to start the car and go home.

In the end, I had to let him go since he had a lot of things to do on his own. It was a few more meters walk and the traffic made it more annoying. I am so late. “I’m going out,” I told my driver as I hopped out quickly and started walking briskly. I removed my coat on my way and somehow the walk lessened the pain in my head. I entered the restaurant and found my wife sitting alone on the spot that I reserved. She looked sullen. Why Hyacinth? I stopped from entering as I stared at my wife with a tired face. I wanted to dive into her thoughts. I wanted to know what she was thinking. I haven’t cleared things up with her, but not until I have all of the evidence.

I had to wake up to reality: a widow, destined to be lonely for the rest of her life. Fidez’s POV I slammed my hand against the steering wheel as I drove away from the house of the woman who made me truly happy. I didn't want to leave her, but I had to. I could have dragged her back to the farm, but I knew she’d be angry with me. I thought I could convince her to stay by my side. I was supposed to have one more week, but then my wife suddenly came home. I didn't even know what to do with her. I want to end our relationship so Cyrene and I can be free, but it’s up to my wife if she even wants to continue this marriage. She’s the one who pulled away and became distant. And yet, she’s the one a

She turned away and walked out of the house quickly. Evelyn watched the couple and an evil smile laced her lips. "Goodbye, with you gone. My job will be a lot more easier. Maynard is mine!!". She mummured with a dark chuckle. She Catwalks into Maynard's room with a mocking smile. "Guess who just left you hanging? Your lovely wife whom you defended so much. I told you that she wasn't a good person the moment I stepped into this house but of course you didn't believe me.

“Get in the fucking line. There are plenty of people watching me already.” Finally, he turned and left disgruntled. I laughed, “Amateurs.” Caprio moved closer to the bed. “You okay, boss?” I gestured him closer with two fingers. “Find her,” I ordered. Caprio blinked, trying to process the statement. “Who—” “My wife,” I said flatly. “ She walked out of this hospital and disappeared. She thinks this note is the end of the conversation.” His mouth opened slightly in dismay. “You want us to—”

Why did she walk away from all of what she owned to live under my shadow as my wife? All these questions made me wonder if walking away from our marriage for Vivian was the right choice, should I have stayed with her? “Tell me she agreed.” I said to my assistant the moment I stepped into my office and he shook his head, sadly. “She has refused to meet with you or anyone related to you. The hospital said she has a male doctor caring for your grandmother now since she has other things to attend to so we can’t get her attention again.” “Call them again,” I snapped, suddenly angry at myself for letting her go in the first place, “I don’t care how much money it’s going to cost, she is the one we

She looks at me—really looks at me—and I see the hurt in her eyes “I’m not pretending anything. But whatever we were… it’s in the past. You hurt me, remember? Let's keep things between us strictly professional. If we have to interact, it’ll be for business. Nothing more.” I swallow the lump that's formed in my throat “You can’t just—” “Yes, I can,” she interrupts “Goodbye, Eric.” With that, she turns and walks away. I stand there, rooted to the spot, unable to process what just happened. The woman I once called my wife—the woman I thought I knew better than anyone—just walked away like I was a stranger. And for the first time in years, I feel truly lost. How did she get out of jail? How did