The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

The raw emotion stripped away decades of practiced refinement. "That woman is your wife? You left her, Graham! You brought Lillian into this house and kicked Elena out! You humiliated her in front of everyone who mattered! You should be happy that she's out of your life! You should be relieved the whore is out! Instead, you're being reckless, behaving like a deranged stalker, and dragging the entire family name into the mud with you!"

"In case you haven't noticed, you are your wife's type and she is in love with you . She isn't interested in loving someone else , don't throw away what I will end up taking and I will make sure that you regret throwing away because I know how to love what you threw away I didn't get the chance to get to where you are with Cleopatra that I sure as hell can have blended family with her if you decide to leave her and I'm back in her life again which is a good thing." "I'm not threatened by you or am I intimidated by you but I am throwing caution to the wind because you make your intentions clear that you wanted my wife in your life and it's not going to happen the way that you want it to happe

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.

One of them was on and on about how his wife was so frustrating and he wanted to just get rid of her. “My wife is so stupid. She doesn’t even realize I have other side chicks.” Another one of them chuckled. “You’re so lucky.” Another man replied to him. “my wife is so crazy and she just found out about my other side chicks. Now she’s out to ruin my life. I feel like a crazy mess.” I was just staring at them with a frown plastered on my face. “What is she? Stupid? Do you have to remain faithful to her? If her ugly ass can’t satisfy you in bed, then you have to fill that gap with other hotter chicks .” he said then chugged down his glass.

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

"Forget the subway! Get a taxi, now! Your house is on fire!" A thunderous roar exploded in my head. I bolted off the train and flagged down a cab in a panic. By the time I reached home, it was too late. A firefighter broke the news: my wife and daughter had been reduced to ashes. Crushed by overwhelming despair, I collapsed on the spot and blacked out. In an instant, everything I had built over two decades was gone. My wife and child hadn't even left me a memory to hold onto. After that, the nightmares came, every night without fail.

“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!”

She pointed at them and said mockingly, “What kind of wife needs to go through procedures with her husband’s secretary in order to use her own jewelry? What kind of wife needs to submit a form to her husband’s secretary for any amount of money? “What kind of wife doesn’t even have enough money to call a cab? Tell me, Mason. Is that what it means to be your wife?”

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."