The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

“Get out of my way.” “No.” She said, stepping closer. “You went to her parents behind my back. You begged them.” I turned on her. “Have you been spying on me? Why would you tell me that?! Besides, that doesn't concern you.” “You're speaking as though I'm not your wife. It concerns me where my husband goes. You're humiliating me.” She shouted. “When you chase after the woman who threw you away like garbage.” I couldn't catch myself when a laughter broke, sharp and cruel. “She didn't throw me away. She’s confused.”

She had treated them like worthless, disgusting trash and tossed them straight into the slums. She had told him over the phone that she'd thrown them away. At the time, he'd been furious, convinced she was just talking trash to make him cave. He never imagined... that every word she said was the literal truth. She had even thrown away the symbol of their love. Did that mean her wolf had truly, finally, discarded him?

She opened the drawer and removed her wedding ring. She had kept it in a small box since the night she left. For a long moment, she looked at it. Then she placed the box inside a cabinet and closed the door. She didn't need to destroy it. She didn't need to keep looking at it either. Her phone vibrated again. This time, it was Isabelle. Dinner at my place tonight. No excuses. Sophia smiled and replied. I'll be there. She returned to her laptop and opened the Laurent Capital business plan.

At the company's eighth-anniversary livestream, the host asked Derrick, "Mr. Waterson, you started in a tiny 12-square-meter shop and built all this. Who deserves the most credit?" At that time, he took my hand in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers and said, "My wife, of course. I wouldn't be where I am today without Lydia." The comments flooded with praise for our perfect marriage. However, he pinned a "Co-Founder" badge onto Natasha's chest himself while mine was just a "Mr. Waterson's Wife" badge. In my previous life, I had confronted him right after the livestream. "She has shares. What about me?" Derrick pushed a 5-million-dollar guarantee agreement toward me while saying,

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Three days before our wedding, I brought supper for my fiancee, Zoe Anderson, at the hospital. I opened the door of the on-call room and heard moaning sounds. Under the dim lights, the intern, Jack Reid, buried his head against Zoe’s fair shoulder. His hand slipped beneath her open white coat. After Zoe saw me, she pushed him away and tidied her clothes. She looked very calm. “Jack’s pursuing me. He’s infatuated with me, and when he found out that we’re getting married, he threatened to kill himself with a scalpel. “I was worried he’d hurt himself, so I comforted him this way. Our wedding will still go on three days later. “You’ve always been very kind. I believe you won’t mind me

My wife, Tina, was notorious for giving away money and possessions. She often held barter fairs at home. One free-range egg could be traded for three jars of premium Manuka honey. One pasture-raised chicken could be traded for a 32-inch LED television. She had even opened a free-for-all store in our home, all for the sake of trading with the neighbors for a piece of fabric no larger than the width of her palm. Watching the high-end gifts I had bought for clients disappear one after another, I stormed off to confront Tina. That was when I saw something that stopped me cold. The woman who usually did nothing but sit back and enjoy herself at home was actually holding a piece of fabric wh

My mom didn’t wait. “You brought that woman into this house,” she said, voice low and sharp. “You knew Ava would be here. You knew the situation. And you still walked in with her on your arm as if you were introducing a guest at a dinner party.” I turned on her. “Victoria is my girlfriend. I don’t have to hide her.” “There is a difference between having a relationship and deliberately humiliating your wife in front of your parents.” “She’s not my wife anymore.” “She signed papers tonight,” Margaret snapped. “That does not mean you get to parade another woman through this family like a trophy while your daughter is still recovering in a hospital bed.”

Few words left her throat which froze his whole being. “It’s wrong. A sin. I-I am married. I am someone else’s wife. Please.” _____________________________________________ Lmao, why am I laughing? A wife telling her husband she’s someone’s wife when the dude is right above her. It’s funny to imagine. You guys aren’t liking and following me as much as you should. You guys better start following me and liking the story otherwise I will not upload this story often like this. Till the next Adios.

I don’t really know why I had to add that in there. I really shouldn’t have. “You underestimate my husband…” “By the way, your ‘husband’ knows about Josh. He wasn’t too happy about it.” Silence, nothing but silence from her after I cut her off mid sentence. “You are nothing but a glitch in this world, like what they call a malfunction in a computer. You have abandoned your only two children, and left it to your daughter to pick up the pieces, and now your husband sees you as nothing but a whore. You are a waste of space, stop talking Mrs. Stone, and just give it up.”