To Purge My Wife Novels & Stories

I shrug, taking my husband's side. “But he can't forget he is married. Chill, Hoor!” Parul jokes, laughing on her own. I send her a stink eye that shuts her up immediately. She is clearly saying I am upset about the reason I gave Dad regarding Zahir's absence this evening but if only she knows I am aware of my stupid husband. “I don't know. Let's forget that. I'll call him after dinner,” I say, trying to shut down this topic because after that I have realized he truly has forgotten his wife, I do not want to talk about that man.

“Is that how you speak to me now?” “I am not going to beg you to stay. If you want to go, it’s ok. You need space from me? Cool. What I know is that the contract you gave me, that’s not you. That’s not the woman I married. If you don’t communicate with me your feelings, you bleed on the wrong people. I don’t mind that we are using a surrogate. I don’t think you are less of a wife because of it. I don’t love you any less because of it. You can’t pay the woman helping us peanuts as if we are the ones doing her a favour. I will drop you off wherever you want to go and sleep at.” ***

Unless... “Let me speak to my wife,” I choked out urgently. “I want to at least see her, let her know I’m alive and that I love her before…” I couldn’t force out the hideous words, but I didn’t need to. “Please,” I said, softening my voice a little, “I know you’re not so cruel as to deny us closure.” But her once beautiful features twisted with sudden bitterness. “Your wife will not be coming here,” she said. “There’s no need for her anymore. And after the ceremony, you won’t even remember she existed. Your mind will be free.”

“If you think I am going to agree to whatever you say, then you have to think again. I am not going to sign those papers and I am definitely not going to agree to be your wife. You better clear this mess or I am going to reveal it to the world myself” Yanking my phone out of his hand, I turn around and angrily walk away. I know I am playing with fire being this stubborn to him but this is the only way I can show my frustration and anger. How can he call me his wife? I do not even wish to be with someone like him. All my life, I have wished for a perfect mate and now… the goddess forbids that I let that man ruin me. I won’t let him harm me in any way. Until I find a way to finally destroy him

with their mating. And then his new wife just had to ruin it. "Are you freakn' purring?"

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

“Why…would I divorce you?” “B-Because I have broken your trust and things are never going to be the same. T-Those pictures are going to stay on the internet forever. I am going to be hounded, misunderstood by the press. The paparazzi will follow me wherever I go. Your company and your stocks will take the hit. It’s too much for you and for me. You can’t fix my problems for me, Nathan. I have to fix it myself. You already have too much on your plate. Anna needs you. Your parents too. I don’t want you to live everyday thinking that I am a…. “You are not a whore,” Nathan reached for her face, cupping it in his arms as he felt the warmth, “You are my wife. My partner. The one I swore to love in

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

He whispered against my lips. “Let me go, you psycho!” I cried opening my eyes to look at him. I was ashamed and disgusted to my core. How could I let a man like him touch me? My vision was blurred by my tears. “Why are you making this so difficult for yourself? I’m your husband-to-be, Rara, I have every right on you.”