The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

I pulled it closer, my grip tightening without meaning to. My breath hitched when I saw the bold words on the paper ‘Divorce Agreement.’ “Does this…” My voice came out thin and uneven. “Does this even make any sense?” Randy sighed, like I was stressing the hell out of him. “Sienna is in a fragile state,” he said. “If I leave her now, she won’t be able to handle it.” He paused, then added, “I don’t expect you to understand. You can't even hold sperm in that infertile body of yours.”

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And he wasn’t the only person who would come for my throat and hers, if any of the photos and images got out. I was literally forced to apologize, and I still haven’t done it properly. “You are the worst type of man. A coward with nothing to his name. If your parents wanted too they could cut you out of their business because nothing you own is yours. You’ll be a loser with no wife, no money, and nobody who gives a fuck about you.” Her drink sloshes around in the small teacup she was holding on to tightly. Only a mad woman drinks whiskey in a teacup, and my wife is topping the charts of insanity.

I could not believe that Snow had jumped to such a conclusion from just one look. Before I could say anything, Yvonne stepped in front of me. “Ms. Judson, if you spread lies like that, I could sue you for defamation.” Snow snorted in disdain. “Sue me for defamation? Do you even know that Jared and I are still married? This is an illicit affair! You’re the ‘other’ woman!” “Snow, shut up!” I said sharply.

“You’re crossing a line.” Nathaniel held my gaze. For a moment neither of us spoke. Then I said, deliberately, “Don’t say my wife’s name.” I warned. The word wife came out automatically, as if she was still mine. As if we weren’t in the middle of a very messy, very public divorce. Nathaniel noticed, and somehow that seemed to irritate him even more. “Your wife,” he repeated, “was treated like an inconvenience in her own home.” “That is not your problem.”

I buried my face in his shoulder, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement as I whispered, "This is just so humiliating." "I don't care if you fire me over this," Lucien said, rushing up the stairs two at a time, the weight in his arms slowing him down only slightly. "My priority is getting my wife to the hospital, and that's exactly what I'm going to do." My wife. The word landed strange and warm in my chest even through the pain, even knowing what it was and wasn't.

The city lights reflected against the windows. The anniversary cake remained untouched. The divorce papers remained open in front of him. For years he had believed that his marriage was one of the few things in life he never needed to worry about. Because Elena would always be there. Because she always had been. Tonight, for the first time, Adrian Whitmore looked at the signature line at the bottom of the page and realized something he had never considered before. His wife was preparing for a future that did not include him. And he had absolutely no idea when she had started planning it.

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h