The Wife You Left Novels & Stories

“The cracked phone. The folder.” “I know,” she said. “Me too.” “If I hadn’t run after you,” he said. “You did though,” she said. “That’s the only version that matters.” He pressed his lips to her temple. “Three months ago,” he said, “you were standing on a street being called someone’s cousin. And tomorrow you’re going to stand in this room and become my wife.” She felt that move through her, slow and warm, the full weight of how far the distance had been and how short the time.

"It's every man's dream." "Not mine," he took a sip of his coffee and then looked at his wife. The marks on her neck, the way she sat, the shape of her face, how elegant she was, her breasts showing through that fabric, her full lips. "But here I am, married to her. What do you think, Jared?" "You're a very lucky man." "Do you think so? I believe there's a luckier man than me, right, Alice?" he referred to the person Alice Taylor was in love with. "Well, I think we should be leaving, Alice," he stood up and extended his hand to his wife.

"You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!" Before I could react, his fist slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. "My wife is with me every single day—we eat together, sleep together, go to work together. The only people in her contacts are me and her coworkers. There's no other man in her life! How dare you spread filthy rumors about her?" At that moment, one of Lucas's groomsmen stepped forward. "That's right! Portia and Lucas grew up together—they're childhood sweethearts, inseparable. There's no way she'd have another man!"

I told Steve, a small smile escaped me and I rolled my eyes thinking about how many times he's told me I'd be his wife. "Why do you say that he doesn't love you?" Steve asked me, probably feeling like he'd accomplished something. "Because he's the one who put me in here and no matter how much I begged him, he wouldn't take me with him yesterday. He just...left," I whispered brokenly as I saw the image of him walking away from me as I called out after him, "he left me...like they all did." Steve frowned, "they?" "Yes, they. They always left me, and now he's done the same." ~~~

“Just like that morning, you left and didn't come back. Do it again, get out of my life and don't come back.” “I can't do that. I can't.” “Habbab, listen to me, I need you to get out of my life because I will never trust you or love you again.” “I can't do that, I won't walk away from you. I love you too much to do that. You are my wife.” “Then you will be the husband of a corpse. Because I'm dead inside, you murdered me the day you left me here.” “We won't talk about this anymore. Get in the car.”

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

“Do you remember the dreams we built together? The plans for our future? And then you left me…left me for her.” “Cleo, stop!” he cried, trying to shield his face. But I wasn’t done. I leaned in closer, my voice trembling with rage. “I was supposed to be your wife, not her. I was supposed to be the one standing beside you, not a ghost in your past. But you stole that from me, and now you expect me to just let it go?”

I picked up the cup slowly, taking one sip before finally looking directly at him. “Let me start first.” He nodded quietly. Honestly, what happened between us nearly six years ago, when I left you… leaving that marriage was the best decision of my life.” He looked down briefly. “I’m serious,” I continued calmly. “Leaving you, leaving the Ashton family, leaving that country… all of it was the best thing I ever did for myself.” My voice wasn’t shaking. That surprised even me. “It was hard,” I admitted. “God knows it was hard. But I survived it. And not only did I survive it, I built a life afterward. A good one.”

I know that you are saying all sort of things to make me feel good so I don’t leave . Just drop the fact already , you wanted get , you have always wanted her and no matter what I do she is going to be the woman of your dreams . She’s here now , obviously I know that she wants to make things work out . A little piece of advice dear husband , I think you should listen to whatever it is that your wife gave to say and work it out with her but if it’s me , you can kiss it goodbye , I am done with you and earlier you resides that the better it will be for us so with that being said , I think I will take my leave now .

Lorenza spoke softly, her voice shaking. “Leo… I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s time for me to leave. The kids are doing well now. I can go with peace of mind.” She reached for the door handle, but he grabbed her wrist. “It’s late. Where would you even go?” She looked shattered, her voice barely audible. “So much time has passed, and you have a family now. I should keep my distance. I just regret it sometimes… If I had known things would be like this, I would never have left you and the kids. Even if it meant dying from the illness.”