The Wife Who Wallked Away Novels & Stories

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

~~ Vaugha~~ I walked toward her bedroom door. Each step felt like I was walking toward a cliff. My wife’s words echoed in my head, begging me to help our girl. She had no idea she was sending a wolf to talk to a lamb. I reached the door. It was slightly ajar, a crack of shadow spilling into the hallway. I didn't knock. I just pushed it open and stepped inside. "I want to be alone," her voice came from the darkness. It was small, cracked, and heavy with tears.

"That's enough, leave her alone. After all, she's only like this because she lost her husband..." Those words instantly calmed William down. He gave me a complicated look before rushing out the door with Emily in his arms. Our family arrived at the hospital, with William anxiously waiting in the emergency room. Once, when I had a high fever, this appearance-conscious man did not even bother to put on his shoes when he carried me to the hospital. His feet were even bloodied. Now, I was abandoned in a corner, ignored by everyone. The doctor came out and happily shook William's hand, saying, "Congratulations, sir! Your wife is pregnant!"

Sylvester asked. "I wasn't talking to you," I snapped. "I just find it a coincidence that my wife got abducted same day Sandra's on her day off. She's never had a day off before in a long time. So why now of all times?" "You're unbelievable," Doris said. "Sandra was with me all day long. She accompanied me to do some shopping." "Grandmother almost died today," I said Sharply at Doris face. "Sandra wasn't supposed to leave her side. We pay her heavily to stand beside grandmother at all times."

When Ethan Lane came back from his business trip, he pulled two dolls out of his suitcase. One was pink, the other blue. His daughter, Nina Lane's eyes lit up for a second when she saw the pink one. But instead of reaching for it, she glanced over at Crystal Shaw, Vivian Shaw's daughter. That five-year-old girl had already stretched out her hand for the pink doll. So Nina pulled her hand back and said quietly, "I'll take the blue one." I froze. Nina's loved pink ever since she was little. Her backpack is pink, her water bottle is pink, even her hair clips are always pink. But the moment Crystal was in the picture, she stepped aside. Later, when Ethan drove Vivian and Crystal home, I ask

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

"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."

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

“I can’t do this.” Walking out is not even an option. She has to ask her estranged husband to drive her back to Preston’s place because this place is in the middle of nowhere. She hasn’t stayed there for over twenty-four hours. She's basically an intruder. Who knows what those guards would do to her?

Old Madam Walker smiled as she escorted her to the door. Old Mr. Walker was so Shaken, he couldn’t even look at his wife directly in the eyes. No wonder women were sometimes weaker souls. If she had no idea what happened , she wouldn’t have found a ground to make him do this terrible thing to Jared but now his hands were tied . “I will make some calls “he said and got busy with his cell phone. He first called one of his contacts and instructed.