The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

The moment the marriage certificate landed in the trash, the entire room went silent. Everyone knew how close my wife and I were. Back when we first got together, I had even given up the chance to study abroad for her. After a long pause, my wife, Vanessa Reed, was the first to react. Her face tightened with irritation. “Enough, Ethan Carter. Tyler only made a few offhand comments. Do you really have to take it this far? No one even needs dinner anymore. They’re already full from watching your attitude.”

"How is the divorce going? If you need a lawyer, I know the best ones." I smiled. To think that someone as cold as her would actually care about someone else's family affairs. Still, seeing how serious she looked, I answered honestly. "It will be handled soon. I don't need your best lawyers, as this should be easy for my side. Either way, I'm going to make Sinead leave with nothing. I have a video of her marrying another man, after all." Only then did Margaret nod. "That makes sense. Something like this shouldn't be difficult for you."

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?" He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always. "I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!" I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

“Stay away from my husband. I know very well that you just came here with Theo because you were trying to prove to everyone that you have moved on from your last relationship, and I know very well that you didn't move on from him at all. I know how much you used to love him, and I know that it's not easy to let go of someone you love so much. How do I expect you to give up on him so easily? But I need you to know that I'm going to put up a fight just to make sure that you don't end up with him again because he is now mine and I'm never leaving him for you.” I said to her; she laughed, and that was when it dawned on me that I just did something very embarrassing. I couldn't control myself whe

He had seen all of it. And he had stored it the way people store things they take for granted. In a place they do not visit because they assume it will always be there. Then he had walked away. And now a stranger at a business lunch was talking about his wife like she was someone worth watching. And Jordan Park was stopping casting days for her. And she was walking down Greystone Avenue looking like a woman who had somewhere to be and every intention of getting there. He stared at the ceiling. The candles were out. The music was off. The perfect evening was over and what was left was just the dark and the city outside and the particular company of a man lying next to the woman he chose while

“I am so disappointed in you. You’re nothing but a waste. You’re not even man enough to handle your ex-wife—what a shame.” She huffed, pacing restlessly. “Just look at you. You couldn’t even fight back. Maybe you should have been a woman instead.” He clenched his jaw, breathing heavily. “If you have nothing encouraging to say, I’d advise you not to add to what I’m already feeling. I’ll handle this—you don’t have to keep interfering.”

"Is he? Because from where I'm sitting, I was nothing. A housewife who cooked and cleaned and raised his children. And the second I was gone, they replaced me. In six weeks." "You weren't nothing. You gave them everything you had." "And they threw it away." Her hands clenched into fists. "They threw me away like garbage. And now they're celebrating. Today. Right now. A three hundred thousand dollar wedding, celebrating getting rid of me." Her voice was rising, getting louder, angrier by the second. "Six weeks, Simeon. Six weeks since I left. And they're already married. Happy. Better off, supposedly." "They're not better. They're pretending."

Vanessa laughed, short and cold. "Oh, I plan to. I am just letting you know now so there is no confusion later. This marriage is a business transaction. Nothing more. I do not know what your father did to get you into this house, but do not make the mistake of thinking you actually belong here." "I never said I belonged here," Claire said quietly. "Good," Vanessa said, stepping closer. "Because the moment this debt is settled properly, you will be gone, and things will go back to the way they are supposed to be."

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

“Oh, shut the fuck up. If a mafia wife’s ‘role’ is gagging on silence while her man bangs half the city and buries the other half, then sign me up for single life...I’ll fuck who I want, when I want, and actually come screaming." Everyone was shocked at her outbursts but I knew she wasn't done with them " You bitches are just jealous. Ciara’s young, hot as hell, locking down a real boss like Jasper who crushes skulls for breakfast. What do your husbands crush? Their sad little dicks trying to last five minutes? Go inject more poison in your faces...maybe it’ll fix the bitterness from never getting properly railed.” The women flushed ugly red, mouths gaping like fish drowning in air. A few me