روايات وقصص ضمن To Purge My Wife

She gestured to the food set on the table. Adrian’s words lingered in her mind, and a smile found its way to her lips. If she could survive this night without chaos, then there was nothing she couldn’t survive—not even after the abusive marriage she had endured before fate brought Ethan her way. “Please excuse me,” Natasha said, smiling as she stood up with her phone clutched in her hand. She could no longer pretend to be happy even though her daughter was still sending signs. She walked toward the parking lot, her hands trembling as she dialed her husband’s number.

Let's get your health back in good shape so we can try for a baby. As I listened to her, that comment from before surfaced once again before my eyes. She'd been pretending to have no sense of direction for five years and deliberately caused me to fall and get hurt. Now she wanted to persuade me to quit my job, aiming to completely turn me into a useless person so she could kick me to the curb. I gave a faint, wry smile. "Alright, then you can resign today. Let's stay home and focus on making a baby." Anna was choked up for a moment. After what felt like a long pause, she let out a soft sigh.

Stop asking questions and go do what I asked you to do” She stared at me for a while, it's not like she has any other options “Yes mum” She hummed and left, I smiled happily and cannot wait for the good news to arrive. The next person I'll be getting off the wash is that old hag, I have him so many chances to be my husband but he has proven to me over and over again that he can never be the husband I wanted so I might as well be a good wife and give him a slow painless death that is the best I could do for him.

I said, voice clipped. His side went silent for a moment before he spoke again. “I’m sorry for asking, but is there a reason for it?” I sighed. I was prepared for this. “Yes. It seems my husband and I have fallen out of love with one another. I want out.” Silence again. Then: “You have to give me something, Mrs. Claire, if you want the procedure to move quickly.” I nodded even though he couldn’t see me.

I'll never think about a man other than him. To me, my husband matters and nothing else. He is my everything and I'll also try my best to be a great wife and to love him. That's my new aim in my life and I'll try my best to accomplish it and for it, the first thing I have to do is to remove all those feelings I felt for Adrian. I have to eradicate all the feelings I've felt for Adrian and think only about my husband. ...Maybe everything happens for a reason and maybe that's for the better...

“So why did you call me here?” Purple demanded, arms crossed tightly over her chest. She stood rigid and tall—every inch the untouchable woman she’d become. “Have you no shame?” Mrs. Hawthorne snapped. “You are the one who filed for divorce from my son—ungrateful brat!” “The divorce will benefit us both,” Purple shot back, jabbing a finger at herself before settling into a chair with deliberate elegance. “Your son can marry his precious ‘heiress,’ and I’ll finally be free of all of you.”

He frowned. "Wife, are you aware that our marriage record disappeared from Hampshire's system?" She smiled and turned to him. "Didn't you say before that if I got pregnant, our marriage would be automatically void? So I just deleted it myself. At least now we won't need each other's signatures for an annulment." Dustin scratched his head, at a loss for words. She was right, he had said that. He didn't argue further and went downstairs to make her a glass of milk.

I'm a total husband material! “What? Why would I marry you? Because of debts? Was this why you called me your wife? I'm not interested! Take your money away, you stingy jerk!” She retorted in anger, his eyes glaring daggers at me. Stingy jerk? Me? I got up in anger as I took deep breaths, hoping to calm myself down. I looked at her calmly as I placed my hands into my pockets. “That's a no? No problem. Have fun finding someone that'll pay up your debt!” I dropped her purse in front of her and was about to leave when she grabbed the hem of my shirt and looked at me with pleading eyes.

The unspoken question - “Was I just a placeholder until you found someone better?' - hung in the air like a challenge. Marcus didn't say anything for a while. "If I were you, I wouldn't bother to ask this question. Why can't you just let it go? I thought we could split up nicely. " Marcus ran a hand through his hair, asking impatiently. "Are you kidding? My husband asked for a divorce without any reason, and then he showed up with some random woman to humiliate me -" Lilian looked at him with tear-dimmed eyes. "Don't you ever call her that! She's not just any random woman! I love her!" Marcus interrupted Lilian while pointing his finger at her.