To Purge My Wife Novels & Stories

Humiliation and fury churned inside me as I said, "Sinead, I don't care what excuses you have. The two of you have dirtied my home. Get out. Both of you." Dirty. Sinead finally realized she had crossed a line. She released her grip, and her tone softened. "I'm sorry. I was just afraid you would..." She trailed off and shook her head. "Forget it. We both need some time to calm down." She was afraid I would hurt Zachary. Or maybe she was afraid I would cause a scene and expose the truth. It was all the same. The only way I could stay calm was by falling back on my usual restraint. This house belonged to me before we got married, and their presence disgusted me. "Get out."

And my beautiful wife is sipping champagne looking carefree. For a second I contemplate burryng the truth so that I don't put her through pain again. Because if Noah’s right… Then someone out there is still breathing when they shouldn’t be. And I won’t let them take another breath for long. So I unlock my phone and take a look.

“Oh, no. You need to learn, son. You need to lose something important before you understand control.” Savannah’s breath caught. Harrison’s voice softened maliciously. “And what better to lose… than your wife?” “NO!” Jackson roared, lunging toward the speaker, as if he could tear the voice from the walls. But Harrison wasn’t finished. “In ten minutes, the purge completes. Unless you come to me directly. Alone.” Savannah’s stomach twisted. “Jackson… don’t.” Jackson turned to her, eyes burning. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Packing.” His jaw tightened. “We’re not going anywhere.” “I am,” she replied quietly. The room seemed to shrink. “You can’t just leave,” Lucas said. She finally turned to him. “I’m not disappearing. I’m choosing space.” “For what?” he demanded. “So I don’t forget who I was before I became someone you tolerate,” she said. The words hit harder than accusation. “You’re my wife,” Lucas said sharply. “You don’t get to make decisions like this alone.”

I went ahead to tap on the screen and it was only then I saw the message sent by my wife. “You have my forgiveness now and the loving husband I had few days ago disappeared. How ironic? Dinner has gone cold, have a lovely night,”

He wiped his sweat off of his forehead. His wife laughed as if seeing him like that makes her happy. “You did not answer my question, my husband.” “They... They are doing good!” He smirked. “Both of them don't remember you.” His wife stopped laughing. She saw in front of him and held her chin. ”Aww, they must have forgotten about me.” Her voice was low and deep. “Or maybe they forgot about me because you erased their memories.” She smiled as if she said something so innocently.

He leans in closer and whispers in my ear, "I am your husband, and I have not fucked you yet. I should taste you first and then dump you when I get tired of you." I gasp, tears pricking my eyes. My heart is breaking. How could he say something like that? I slap him, unable to hold back my rage.

he begged in a tone filled with longing and desperation. A tear fell from Clarice's eyes. Her heart broke into a million pieces after hearing her husband's desperate plea. She shook her head and said, "Destiny is cruel to both of us. I might not be able to come back to your side anymore. You have to move on with your life and forget about me. Continue living for our son and for the people who need your guidance. If one day you meet another woman that makes your heart beat again, then go ahead, you can marry her. Please don't wait for me anymore because I'm already dead," she said sorrowfully. Tears of sadness flooded her face.

|Aurora| ..*..*..*.. “Hey there! How's married life treating you?”- Words’ of Zoe came forward from other side. I attempted to summon a smile, to conceal the turmoil within me since we are in video call I need to fake it. But it never reaches my eyes. An unrelenting echo of his words reverberated through the corridors of my mind, like a haunting melody played on a broken record, “I can’t even fuck my wife now. Whata melodrama!!”

I growl looking right at the furious face of my wife. I can't even call her that anymore. Once upon a time, that word brought me a thrill of happiness. Now she's just some slut that thought sharing her pussy with her boss would 'spice up our relationship.' "We'll be right there," the operator stated. I don't bother waiting for anything else, I just hang up. "You are kicking us out of my own house?" Sara is vibrating in indignation and rage. She can rage all she wants. She doesn't belong here any longer.