Unloved Wife Novels & Stories

“You dont fucking know that! I'm your wife. Im your fucking wife. I'm supposed to be your wife. I'm supposed to be your partner. I'm supposed to be there for you guys. But no. You guys didn't come to me. You guys didn't ask me for help. No. You push me away. You run away. You left me alone. And you came to your ex wife, and you guys kissed her. How does that make sense?” Shaking my head at them once more, I turn away from them for a moment before facing them once more. “You guys claim that I have made you guys strong. You guys claim that loving me has made you guys stronger. I think you guys are wrong. I think i was fucking wrong. Loving you guys has not made me stronger. It's made me the pa

And that she was the best woman ever to exist, and I was an asshole who couldn’t even say no to a party out of respect for her. Right there and then, I concluded it would be the last time I’d ever disrespect her with other women. Even though she wasn’t legally my wife, she was far too much of a good woman to lose. And I would never want to be like her jerk of an ex-husband. Never. **************** NOAH My heart thudded in excitement as I crept up the staircase to be sure of what I had seen. There was the asshole, Damian, arm in arm with a bare-assed blonde. As I watched, they went into a room together, no doubt to get laid.

I’m not coming home. I stared at it for a moment before replying briefly. Okay. Our messages were always brief and to the point. Nothing that resembled a conversation between husband and wife. Of course, I knew why. Because he never loved me. Becoming his wife was nothing more than a twist of fate. Three years ago, he was supposed to marry Isabella... .the woman he loved. We’d all known each other since we were young. But tragedy struck just days before their wedding. A car accident left Isabella in a coma.

“My wife is my wife. She is the only woman I have loved. You’re nothing compared to her. Do not compare your worthless self to her.” A sadness filled her heart. How could he say that to her? Did he no longer love her? Or perhaps he had never loved her at all. “I thought you loved me, Charles,” she began, clutching the hem of her dress. “Hearing you call me worthless made me sad.” Charles’ eyes blinked. He couldn’t believe his ears. ‘Love.’ “Love,” he smirked. With a mocking face, he added, “I will never love any woman except my wife.”

Noah Raymond quickly let go of me as Owen approached us. Just before taking a step back. I stumbled over to my husband. I wanted to lean on him for support, but he didn’t seem to care about me at all. All I could read on his face was anger. I tried to be strong and stand by myself, shivering with fever. “So, you’ve got a new love, huh? I saw you flirting with my uncle!” Owen spat his angry words at me. I turned pale. How could he say this to me? Especially after what he had done? I wasn’t the one who couldn’t be trusted!

My phone lay abandoned on the couch, the screen still lit up with the same cursed headline I’d already read at least a dozen times. CHEATING WIFE EXPOSED: THE PROMISCUOUS LIFESTYLE OF BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE. My grip tightened around the device as I scrolled further. "Sources close to the marriage confirm that Mrs. Lockwood engaged in multiple extramarital affairs…" "Damian Reeves allegedly maintained a long-standing secret relationship with her…" "Mr. Lockwood, devastated but dignified, chose silence...until now." A hollow, incredulous laugh tore from my throat. Dignified?

Uncle Noah replies seriously. "But Uncle Noah… she’s my wife. It hurts that she doesn’t remember me as her husband. It’s agonizing to hear her call you ‘my love’ instead of me," I say, letting my voice shake as Uncle Noah studies me intently. "Oh? So it pains you that much…" "More than you know. It’s hard to see my wife like this. I know I shouldn’t worry, but any man would be hurt to see his wife turn to someone else," I add, making sure to look utterly miserable.

“I’ve endured insult after insult for not giving him an heir. But I’m not the problem—he is. Beta Barbara is infertile. I’m the eighteenth wife he’s taken. All the others were sent away, disgraced.” Her face twisted with grief. “I wanted love. But all I got was a troll of a husband. Aggressive. Cruel.” Lois’ heart ached for her. She reached out and hugged her tightly, offering what little comfort she could. The woman trembled against her shoulder. “Is that why he wants my child?” Lois asked suddenly, alarm flashing in her gaze. The woman nodded. “Yes. He has tried before. He sought out vulnerable young women, tried to adopt their unborn children. But it never worked. Either the fathers came

So I did what any cornered woman with no good excuse would do. I burst into tears. “I didn’t mean to,” I whimpered, sinking to my knees. “I just wanted to forget, okay?” Grandma didn’t flinch. “Forget what?” I sniffled louder, letting the waterworks pour. “I’m an unloved wife, Grandma. Your precious grandson is always with Vivian. Laughing. Whispering. Acting like I’m invisible.” Grandma’s brows raised, but she didn’t speak. “I’m miserable in this marriage. He doesn’t even touch me. Not once! He detests me.”

None of them were. After the truth came out, it had been chaos. His wife had not screamed—she had simply stared at them, her face breaking in slow motion. The quiet horror in her eyes had been worse than any storm of anger could have been. Clara, trembling, had tried to speak, to explain that it wasn’t lust or manipulation but love—that cruel, uninvited kind that grows out of longing and closeness and loneliness. But the word love had sounded obscene that night. Out of place. A thing that mocked what love should mean. She had left first—his wife. No words, no packing. Just her car disappearing down the driveway, the echo of her wedding ring left on the marble counter. He still remembered how