The Wife Who Wallked Away Novels & Stories

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

The divorce papers were still on her kitchen table when she got home. She had not touched them since the night they were delivered. She had walked past them that morning without looking. She walked past them now. She put her bag down, filled a glass of water, drank it standing at the sink, and then turned and looked at them. Marshall Owen Vane. Petitioner. Nine years reduced to a word. Petitioner. As if their marriage had been a complaint he was finally getting around to filing.

“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.

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

"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.

“She meant nothing. She was never your wife in the first place.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, subtle, but clear. Not anger. Something deeper. “She may not be my wife in name,” he said quietly, each word steady, “but she’s the only wife I will ever have in my heart. Remember that.” He stepped closer, not touching, but close enough to make her tense. Then he turned and walked away, heading straight to his study. The door shut behind him with a sharp, final click. Alessia stayed where she was, her fingers curling at her sides. Anger burned beneath her calm face.

I didn’t realize my mouth dropped open in shock until they got to where I was and the gorgeous blonde lady in my husband’s arms made a comment. “I know we look good but you can close your mouth now. Wouldn’t want something flying in there now, would we?” There was a coy smile on her lips as she spoke. Her words made Sal turn to my direction. His face remained as stoic as ever. He only spared me a single glance before returning his attention to her. “Shall we?” She nodded eagerly, holding onto his arm tighter as they walked into the venue. “Where do you get your staff from?” she asked Sal when they were barely a few feet away from me. “That woman at the door is still staring at us.”

There was curiosity in their voices, and the bright edge of people watching a scandal unfold up close. I pretended I hadn't heard, and kept walking with my arm in his. He didn't pull away. But his hand was colder than it had ever been. Vicky wore a deep red gown. She looked like the night itself. Standing next to me, we were like light and shadow side by side. Someone gasped. Others looked back and forth between us, comparing. I had never hated my own face this much. We made polite conversation. James introduced Vicky, and in front of everyone he still called me his wife, carefully protecting my dignity.

If I comment on it is cool eyecolor The typing stopped, and Mick started talking "Right so on the phone you started to say this is a missing persons case. Can you give me more details? Mick leaned back in his chair, it was the kind that moved when you reclined, and crossed his hands over his stomach, those light-green eyes pinning me in place. It was a little unnerving. "Uh, yeah, well, not missing so much as walked out and left. My wife walked out almost a year ago, saying she needed to not be a wife and mother anymore. We were smothering her, holding her back, and she needed to go find herself. I haven't heard from her since." "Whaat about her family?" I shook my head.

she said and her lips curved into a smile, a smile she dreaded. "Stay away from my husband," she said, her voice low and fierce. "This is your only warning." Without giving her a response, Le Faye began to walk away, she subtly bent her head to Lucas when she passed him, not coming in contact with him before she began walking down the stairs. Lucas had seen his wife go up after her and had come running almost immediately after the guest he had been with had gone, he had overheard some of what they had conversed.