The Wife You Throw Away Novels & Stories

“What’s going on, Tyler? Do you two know each other?” Tyler awkwardly shook his head. “No, we don’t.” With one sentence, he erased my existence as his wife in front of someone else. I swallowed my anger, refusing to make a scene. This wasn’t the first time he had done this. We’d been married for ten years, yet none of his friends knew I even existed. Only his family recognized me as his wife. I took a deep breath and focused on the documents Mindy handed me, sorting through them before handing them back to her.

she said, smiling even more, “It’s happening.” I swallowed hard, my fists clenching at my sides. “That’s what happens when you don’t do your job right as a wife.” She exhaled shakily, but the cold smile only deepened. “You’re digging your own grave, Michael,” she said. “And I’ll live long enough to throw garbage on it.” “What did you say?” I demanded, stepping toward her. “I said I’ll live long enough to throw garbage on your—” The rest of the words spun out of her mouth with a heavy slap.

“How’s that even possible when I didn’t consent to anything.” “You are my wife, so it’s easy to work things out.” I continued to stare at my husband in disbelief. “Are you insane? Why would you even….” I was saying, then stopped. “Yeah! I knew you were going to freak out, that’s why I didn’t say anything.” “Of course, I’m going to freak out.” I continued to glare at my husband. “Who the hell does that? Your money, your hard work, years of sweat, and you decided to toss them away as though they mean nothing to you?”

he barked. I yanked my arm free and curled my lips into a slow, wicked smile. “Back off, Justin. I’m not your average wife. Level has changed.” Without missing a beat, I pulled off our wedding ring and threw it right at his face. It hit him squarely on the chest and bounced to the floor. “Take back your worthless ring of betrayal,” I said. “I don’t need it anymore. We’re done. And if you’re desperate, you can give it to Gia. She’s already used to collecting what others have thrown away.”

Let me focus on work for now… The Monet was fake. I knew it the second Mrs. Whitmore's perfectly manicured fingers lifted the gilt frame, and the light hit wrong. Everything about today felt wrong. My wedding ring caught on my glove as I reached for my loupe, and I wondered if Jonathan even remembered what day it was. Eight years. Eight years since we'd said forever, and here I was, holding my breath while society's finest pretended not to watch me work. "Sera, darling, you simply must tell me your secret," Mrs. Whitmore cooed, her voice like honey over broken glass. "How do you manage it all? The career, the husband, that adorable little boy of yours?"

the lady spoke as she eyed me from head to toe. "Yes. I am his wife and you don't have the right to insult him like that. You're calling him useless? I think you're the one who's useless here, ma'am. You don't know your purpose in this world, so you're spending your time belittling my husband. Why don't you travel around the world, ma'am? Or just simply eat your money since I can see that you're really rich. That way, you can find your purpose. Your attitude sucks, ma'am. Just so you know."

That man is a two-timing jerk who abandoned his wife just to be with that bitch! Netizen XI: [Oh my God, are you serious?! I guess cheaters do come in all shapes and sizes.] Netizen NU: [I hope neither of them ends up in my nursing home, or they're going to be in for a huge surprise.] The public soon realized that I was actually the wife whom Gordon had discarded…

She treated it like a treasure. I opened it and saw that it was a car key. “Hugh, our wedding anniversary is in a couple of days. This is your gift. Also, I want us to have another wedding and renew our vows that day.” I thought about a poem. “The spring comes not when I arrive. The spring blooms only when I leave.” I had never understood those lines until before that moment. ‘Why is it that only when you’ve given up, does the other person finally give you what you’ve been waiting for?’ I thought.

"Pack your things and get out of here this instant! Also, I'll be mailing the divorce agreement to you. So, don't even think about taking a single penny from my family." Looking at the woman I had once loved so deeply, I suddenly found her incredibly foreign and utterly ridiculous. Even with the truth laid bare, the only things she cared about were still her reputation and her interests; she hadn't offered so much as a single word of apology. "Emma, are you sure you want to kick me out?" I asked calmly, slowly tucking the pen away. "Heartwell Hospital used to be a subpar hospital on the brink of bankruptcy. I was the one who led the team and spent five years turning it into a top-tier instit

Meanwhile, Margaret continued without hesitation— “Spread the news that both the baby and his mother died during childbirth.” The corner of Leonard’s lips curved faintly. And for the first time since entering the room— He almost looked satisfied. Because in the end— Margaret herself had spoken those words aloud. Abandon Vanessa. Abandon the baby boy. Exactly the same way the family had once abandoned Arabella and her baby daughter. How ironic. Margaret slowly sat back down in her chair. The older woman looked far colder now. “You already placed them far away from London?” Leonard nodded calmly.