The Wife Who Wallked Away Novels & Stories

, 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.

“You’re crossing a line.” Nathaniel held my gaze. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then I said, deliberately, “Don’t say my wife’s name.” I warned. The word wife came out automatically, as if she was still mine. As if we weren’t in the middle of a very messy, very public divorce. Nathaniel noticed, and somehow that seemed to irritate him even more. “Your wife,” he repeated, “was treated like an inconvenience in her own home.” “That is not your problem.”

She looked at her husband and said, “Hubby, let’s leave the car here and take a walk to the wedding venue.” Fortunately, there was a spot available for parking the car before the boom gate. Mr Williams quickly parked his car, then he got out of the car and trailed behind his wife.

I thought I had the upper-hand teasing her, but the timid mice I thought was within my grasp wasn’t as timid as I thought she was. “Mind your business.” She whispered and walked away before I realized what was going on. She walked away. She actually walked away. I stared at her retreating figure more than a little dumbfounded. In all the years we were married, not once had she spoken out of place, much less do so and walk away.

And I know that this act of disobedience will come at a terrible price or would I say punishment like Agatha always calls it My wife slowly rises from the floor, one hand pressed to her red cheek, she grabs Leah's hands and says in three simple words. “Let us go!” with that they walk away ** My wolf is not remorseful, instead he is laughing as he watches Agatha and Leah go away. For him this is victory. For me, I know that I am doomed

I can't leave her to die. Few minutes later, my wife got up on her feet and made her way out of the conference room. She looked disturbed. Like she was about yo throw up.

I tried to keep my voice steady, but the fear was taking over. "Where is she?" I asked him. The guard looked at me, his eyes wide. "Where is my wife?" I repeated. "S.... she left an hour ago, sir. She walked right through the main gate. She told the guards she was just going for air, and they let her go because she’s your wife." "You let her go?" I said coming closer to him, he was shivering. "Y.... yes sir " "What the fuck do you mean by you let her go? I gave specific instructions that no one goes in nor out if this vicinity."

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.”

I looked up at the woman and asked, "Who is my husband?" She seemed taken aback by my question, her expression flickering with a mixture of surprise and caution. "Your husband... you don't remember him?" I shook my head slowly, feeling a knot form in my stomach. "No, I don't. Please, can you tell me who he is?" The woman glanced at Tommy, who was still clinging to me, his tears starting to subside. "Your husband is Mr. Richard Walker," she said quietly. "He's been away on a business trip for the past few weeks. He's expected back tomorrow."

I hang up without waiting for a farewell, tossing the phone back onto the desk. My jaw clenches as I pace back toward the window. Violetta survived. She didn't fold under the compressed timeline, and she didn't run crying out of the building. The quiet, fragile woman who used to sit silently at the end of my dining table, nodding along to whatever my lawyers dictated, is completely gone. She is fighting back, using the very skills I allowed her to cultivate during our marriage. I reach down and press the speed dial for Gideon. He answers instantly.