Unloved Wife Novels & Stories

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Elena sat at the desk and opened her laptop. She was a brilliant mind and loved to develop technological projects. It was a pity that her work never materialized. She was a faithful and dedicated wife. All that truly mattered was to satisfy her husband's whims. But as she looked at the screen, she couldn't help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Damon was unfaithful? That was her husband, Damon Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

He never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to noah not after in the years that had passed or when we slept together . He held himself back through the entire duration of our marriage . We were married but he refused to let go of his ex The love of his life.The woman he has refused to let go for ten long years. Tears fill my eyes but I quickly rub it away.I was tired of crying Tired of chasing after a man that didn't want me. Has anyone ever told you it's rude listen to other people's conversations?

Pia was going to close her eyes when she saw Viren who was going to sleep on the sofa. He said,”I will sleep on the sofa.” After saying this, he lay down on the sofa. Pia was watching him, she was a romantic girl who believed in fairy tales. She always dreams of a loving and caring husband but what she got is a rude and arrogant man. She dreams of her first night where she and her husband talk romantically, about their honeymoon, etc. But all dreams crushed, as her husband was already in love with someone else and that to her step-sister. She was just a responsibility for him, and she shouldn’t accept love from him in this marriage. She kept hand on her belly,”Baby, nothing is more important

Alexis was sobbing like a crazy pregnant woman going on and on of how he lost his wife when a realization hit him...it was his fault everything that happened was all because of him. He cheated on his own wife all because he felt that she was a closed off book and even if he knew that she was afraid of getting married to a total stranger .If he wasn't a coward he would have found a better way to have her get comfortable with him instead of being the arms of another woman,his secretary for that matter.

It felt as though I had finally found an ally in this unforgiving world. At home, Emiliano remained as cold and distant as ever. His constant indifference only fueled my desire to spend more time at work and away from our loveless marriage. Each passing day solidified my resolve to regain control of my life and escape the shackles that bound me to this cruel and heartless man. As my bond with Richard grew stronger, I noticed subtle changes in his behavior. There were moments when his gaze seemed to linger on me just a little too long, or his smile held a hint of sadness that I couldn't quite understand. It was as if he were struggling with a secret, a burden he carried deep within.

Other than looking a bit pale, she seemed exactly like the same woman she’d been the day before. She tried not to cry. A widow who couldn’t grieve. What did that make her? Some kind of monster? While she’d known she hadn’t loved Christopher, she’d known he hadn’t loved her either. He’d needed a wife and had courted her. Even though they’d made love, at least in the beginning, the passion had been missing. Christopher had been a bad husband. Growing up in the club, she’d seen plenty of examples of that. He’d been an absent, unloving one, showing up only when they both had a public role to play. When he’d stopped making love to her, she’d been too exhausted and relieved to care. Later, she’d b

“An unhappy wife will become an unfaithful wife.” Unfaithful. That was laughable at this point now. Hell, I thought I was marrying a moldable, inexperienced wife, but now I had clearly an experienced woman in my home. A woman I didn’t even know anything about but would find out everything about before the sun rose on another day.

"I knew better than to waste my time wishing upon a star for a happily ever after, so I devoted my love and life to Chris Knowles whom I married. For three good years, I did nothing else than be a good wife to him, only for those years to be dumped into the trash as he cheated on me and got another woman, my best friend at the time, pregnant. "He didn't show any remorse, he didn't care, he only mocked me for not being able to have a child for him. I felt so shattered hearing things like that from him after everything I had to put up with him and his parents. I was no wife but a slave and a pet.

"Or did you love the idea of having a wife? The status of being married, having a Luna, presenting a complete family unit to your pack? Because Matthew, love requires seeing someone as they actually are, not just what they can provide for you. And by your own admission, you never saw Bianca at all." My hands were clenched so tight my nails drew blood. "What do you want me to say?" "I want you to admit the truth. Not to me—I already know it. To yourself." She paused. "You married Bianca knowing you didn't love her. You spent four years using her labor and dedication while offering nothing genuine in return. You prioritized another woman over her repeatedly, openly, without regard for how it a

It was like he knew what she longed for in their previous marriage and doing it, except she no longer wanted him to. He tugged back her hair and gazed lovingly at her eyes. He recalled just how he longed to have all her attention and love in their previous marriage. How he held her just like this when she was unconscious. How stupid he was to believe the lies Mary told him. How crazy he acted instead of confessing his love for her. “Our union was beautiful. I hope we can give our people an heir soon.” His words got her heart racing and palms sweating. Before long she was panting, trying to force air into her lungs. Another panic attack washed over her. She had no intentions of losing a part