The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

Disgusting! [Perfect match. Trash meets trash!] [Props to the wife for getting out quickly. Let them ruin themselves.] [Those two scumbags won't have a happy ending!] I couldn't help but laugh when I read the comments.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

"Where is my wife?" "She isn't your wife anymore " Jake said, slowly walking down the steps. The metal poker scraped against the marble. "You threw her away. I saw you do it. I was there on the highway, Dante. I saw her shivering in the dirt because of you. You can't come here. Claim her now."

“You made choices.” Silence exploded between us instantly. I stared at her stubbornly while anger and desperation clawed violently through my mind. “Whatever happens, you’re still my wife.” Evelyn looked at me quietly for several long seconds afterward. Something inside her eyes finally shattered completely. “No,” she whispered softly. “I stopped being your wife the moment you touched another woman.” My jaw tightened immediately. “She means nothing compared to you.” Evelyn laughed again. Unfortunately, this time the sound felt painfully empty.

"Instead, you stand here spinning disgusting slanders against her. I feel sorry for her. She threw her kindness away on a parasite like you. "We've been married for years. I know who my wife is. I wouldn't believe a word of your pathetic lies."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I guessed the staff had told him what was happening. That day, I walked past Nate’s study. His coffee cup still sat on the desk from three days ago I had brought to him the morning after that night, cold and abandoned , just like me. I picked it up with shaking hands and I brought it to my nose, his cologne still clung to the rim. The cup shattered against the wall before I realized I’d thrown it in anger I sat on the floor, watching coffee drip down the expensive wallpaper, and laughed. This was what I’d become. A woman throwing cups at walls because her husband chose someone else.

The woman rambled on about services and offers. Before she finished, I cut in. “Take my wife to your best section.” The staff’s eyes lit up instantly. Freya arched a brow. “Is this really necessary?” “Hm. I had your old clothes thrown out. You need new ones.” “What?” she snapped. “You can’t just throw out my clothes.” “I can—and I did,” I said coldly. “Unless you plan on walking around naked.” “You’re not giving me a choice.” “Walking around naked is perfectly fine by me.”

Lillian’s games had escalated. She whispered rumors, planted subtle lies, and manipulated every situation to make Elara look incompetent, or even jealous. When Adrian was away, Lillian acted high and mighty, pressing Elara into uncomfortable positions. She twisted words, pretending to be offended or humiliated, making Adrian angrier with his wife. It didn’t take long for whispers to spread. Social circles, the hospital staff, even social media picked up the tension. People began talking: The Wolfe heir humiliates his wife. Divorce rumors swirl.

I looked at my own reflection in the dark glass—the tired eyes, the faint lines on my forehead, the ghost of a man who was finally learning how to feel again. "Tell them I am not going anywhere," I said. "And tell them that if loving my wife again costs me this company, then this company was never worth having."