The Wife You Left Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re my wife.” if I’m his wife……Why does another woman keep getting pieces of him that belong to me?

“Your wife is supposed to be your biggest motivation every day. She is not just a wife but an assistant, a partner and also a forever best friend.” “Mum…” “No son, let me finish talking first.” She cut in immediately. “I don’t know what you did to make your wife leave the mansion but make sure you bring her back to this mansion.” She ordered. I was going to explain to her but she wiped the drop of tear that welled down her left cheeks and walked out. “Mum”I tried to call her back but she turned a deaf hear and kept on walking. How? where and why did Sandra leave the mansion.

“Ryan! Since you are fully aware of this fact, why don't you try your luck else where instead of lurking around Ciara, in the past, you kept on using various devious means just to get to her, but I can assure you that whatever plan that you intend cooking this time around is definitely not going to work” “Ciara is my wife and have a son for me, you should be saying this to yourself, bringing flowers and pretending to care is not going to make her love you, Ciara has no feelings whatsoever for you, the earlier you understand that, then the better we can walk past this stage”. “Your wife and yet you were so quick to abandon her as soon as another woman came into the picture, how certain are we

“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!”

Johan shook his head, very unhappy about getting divorce papers from Caroline. "Johan-" Victoria snapped. "I said no! We can talk about this. You're still my wife, Caroline. Do you think it's over just because of a piece of paper?" Johan grabbed one of Caroline's wrists. "Just sign it, Johan." Victoria stepped forward and snatched the envelope from Caroline's hand. "She finally realized that she doesn't belong in this family." "I'm done. Sign or not, I'm leaving," Caroline said firmly. "I no longer belong to you, Johan."

"Christine left. I gotta go find her." Fuck. So much for time. Looks like my wife's leaving me before I get the chance to leave her. And I just can't let that happen.

This is getting irritating! It was hard enough for me to even voice the idea of him having another wife, and then, ugh! “I don’t know if I should be happy that you’re jealous because of rumors about me having another wife, or if I should be angry because you’re letting yourself be affected by hearsay,” he said, which silenced me. “Like I said, you are my only wife. I left because I had to. I’m sorry I left without a word, but your sister made a decision, so who am I to go against it? Her feelings are valid. You were hurt at that time because of me, and I was scared. I didn’t want her to hate me. You’re her only family, Lyl. I didn’t want her to resent me, so even though it was hard, I left.

“Give me two months to make it up to you. Sweetheart… I’m sorry. Please I know I fucked up. I can fix this. Just give me two months.” Her eyes softened, that look I craved flickering across her face, almost like she wanted to believe me. I could literally feel,taste, touch the happiness ,joy that was about to explode inside me right here. But then it was gone like it was never there. Her shoulders squared and her eyes hardened. “No. I’m not your wife anymore. Stop calling me that.” Her voice cracked on the last word, but her chin lifted in defiance. “Let go. I want to leave.”

Epilogue 1 Sofia Ya Allah! Why me? He left me, when he promised to stay forever. I cried as I shouted my vocal out. It couldn't be, he could never leave me. He promised and he had broken his promise. No one could fill the void of my husband. I wouldn't be able to hear his laughter, his voice. He was my rock. He left me alone. Everything was numbed, I didn't feel anything, it was like a part of me was dead with him. I was losing myself to the abyss of darkness, I was wallowing to the darkest part of me.

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.