The Wife You Left Novels & Stories

"If he loved you, Amanda, you wouldn't be here. You wouldn't need to come to my workplace in a town you've never been to and try to convince his wife of something. You'd have the man. The fact that you're standing in a library in Maplewood trying to convince me tells me everything I need to know about what you actually have." Her jaw tightened. "You left him," she said, and the casual niceness she was trying to portray was fading fast. "You walked out on your marriage. You don't get to walk back in and act like you're the only option." "And yet," I said pleasantly, "here we are." "You're just the wife who left." I looked at her for a moment.

“I’m not your wife anymore. You don’t need to concern yourself with me. You should leave this town and go back along with your girlfriend. Live a happy life and grow old together with her. I’ll be fine.” Hesitantly, she reached out and grasped him by the shoulder, eyes glassy. “I left you because I didn’t love you anymore. It had nothing to do with my current illness. Don’t worry about me. My husband will take care of me.”

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

Her smile, which used to feel like home, now just a distant memory I couldn’t touch anymore. She stayed for so long. In silence. In pain. In a role she never truly chose. My wife… but never really my wife. The mother of my child… but never part of my life. I put her in the wrong place, bound her with a contract I thought would keep her by my side, when in truth, I was the one slowly eroding her reasons to stay.

I couldn't lie, I didn't care if I was hurting her feelings. “She's my wife and we got married recently. Do you have any problem with that? I don't want her to misunderstand anything anymore. So why don't you leave when the elevator opens?” “How could you do this to me? You know how far we have gone with our friendship and yet you left me for her? She's not even worth anything. I'm pretty sure you don't even know her from anywhere because I've never seen her with you. How could you get married to her just like that?”

"Nina, how could you be so vicious?!" Countless words died in my throat. I was still foolishly clinging to the hope that he would believe me, but the truth was, he had abandoned me long ago. Why could I not face reality and force myself to see the truth? All our past love was a lie. "She said I don't deserve to have a child or a husband. She's jealous of me, that's why she wanted to kill our baby!" Emily shouted. William's eyes flickered strangely at the word husband, but he quickly composed himself and called his private doctor to treat Emily.

Without even looking at me. Just like that, he ended the conversation— leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room, with nothing but the image of my husband and another woman, arm in arm, burned into my mind.

"Did you even love my sister?" The longer he kept his silence, the more Preston wanted to throw another punch in the guy's once flawless face. He waited, but Nikolai still didn't answer. "You really are an asshole, aren't you? You left for six months before because you married my sister without even letting me know? And you didn't even love her?" "It was complicated that time, Preston." "You probably think I'm stupid, thinking I wouldn't understand." "You know about her job offer in Auckland. She wanted to leave, and I didn't want her to be alone, especially because she's pregnant."

“Family. The company. The legacy.” “And all of that matters more than the woman who nearly died saving you?” Leonard looked away. “This isn’t about right or wrong,” he said flatly. “It’s about being realistic.” Sebastian let out a short laugh. “Realistic? You call abandoning your wife in that condition… realistic?” Leonard didn’t react. He simply took another sip. “Taking care of her won’t change anything. Surgeries, therapy… all of that just prolongs something that can’t be fixed.”

“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.