The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

He gave me the night the way he gave everything: three sentences, nothing wasted. "Your ex-husband looked like a man auditioning," he said. "Georgina directed him from the wings. My wife—" he corrected himself, with a flicker I couldn't read, "Beatrice, spent the evening collecting condolences for a loss she couldn't name. It was flawless. It was also the most alone room I've stood in this year." I thought about telling him what alone meant in my vocabulary. Instead I said, "They laundered me." "Yes," he said, and didn't insult me by arguing.

she told her husband while pointing at their son's pampers. "Oh my God..." Luis sighed resignedly when found out why his wife called him, it turned out that the woman had told him to throw their son's excrement into the trash because every day there would be a janitor who took their garbage. Reya laughed softly seeing that her husband could only surrender to his orders, she could throw away the used diapers herself, but she just wanted to know if her husband was willing to help her even in small things, and it turned out that her husband was willing without arguing first. Grateful that during their married life until they had a child, her husband was willing to work together to take care of

Tynan ate alone, sang Christmas songs alone, watched old movies alone and generally felt that the only thing keeping him sane this holiday was the rose quartz ring beside his G-phone. It was almost New Year and G-phone sent him one last letter to remind him that it was his last chance to turn the phone in for a full refund. Tynan didn't need to think twice before tossing that reminder out. It was a promise he wasn't going to keep and Tynan hoped his wife wouldn't be too mad at him for not doing as she said. He wasn't going to give up on them so easily. They were only just beginning. There were still many things he wanted to do with her and so many conversations he wanted to have.

The wife glares at him, and it immediately shuts him up. "It was the best twenty-five years of my life." The husband adds. "I will do it all over again willingly if I ever get the chance." "Oh, won't you?" The wife slaps his hand resting on the table. "There you go yapping with your big mouth the entire time." I nod at them, fix the name on their cake and walk away. The rag she threw on the table angrily after cleaning her jewellery with the fabric hangs loosely from my fingers. As soon as I spot a wastebin, I throw it in the trash.

I downed several gulps of water, staggering to my feet. Just as I stumbled toward the door, Emily appeared again, ready to confront me. She spat, "Slut! You lost your husband, and now you're throwing yourself at mine? Serves you right that William and your child are both dead! You should've joined them!" With those words, my rage instantly ignited. She was the one who stole my husband and caused me to lose my baby. Yet, she was accusing me of being the other woman. Fueled by intense anger, I grabbed her collar and slapped her across the face. I snarled, "You destroyed my family! You're the real slut!"

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

She winced as her cheeks throbbed…. She wasn’t sure if being his wife was worth it anylonger. Pushing him away from her,she stood up to her feet. “I…I don’t think I want to continue being your wife.”She announced. He gulped. “It’s exhausting.” He stared up at her… Yeah,he could understand that this was getting too much but he was trying…he was really trying…if he could cast a spell or something to make these other women disappear from his life…he would…

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.

He gazed gently at the woman who was still washing the dishes as he added, "Just like me." Seeing the impatient look on Liam's face, the man continued, "A man should stand tall. You shouldn't argue with her, especially when the two of you are married. "Our wives are there to be cherished. They've already worked hard enough to take care of the family. What's left for her to live for if we still argue?" Liam, for once, did not deny or argue with someone. "Your wife is so beautiful. She even has fans, looks like she's quite popular," the man praised.

"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.