Unloved Wife Novels & Stories

I said with a hint of malice so he would realize I was talking about the three years I spent married to him. “So you think our marriage was a waste of time?” he asked, looking hurt. “And it's a shock to me to be hearing that question coming from you after everything,” I replied. Was he really going to play the hurt card? Yes, the last three years had their good moments, but overall it was difficult to love someone in silence and never be loved back, especially when that person only thought about his ex.

The man I loved was now the most hunted man in the world, and I was the woman who had helped him burn his empire to the ground. But as he looked at me, a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. "He thinks he won because he took the money," Alaric whispered, his eyes flashing with a predatory light. "He forgot that I don't need a bank account to destroy him; all I need is my wife."

“A serious one?” “Yes.” “While I was still married to you?” Liam didn’t look away. “Yes.” I stood from the bed and walked toward the window. The morning sunlight seemed too bright, too ordinary for a conversation that was rearranging everything I thought I knew about myself. I had been Liam’s wife and Edward’s lover. The thought made me feel like a stranger inside my own body. “Did I tell you I loved him?” “Yes.” “How?” “You said you had never felt so understood by anyone.”

She had been staring at it for ten minutes, her thumb hovering over the connect button, unable to make the call. How did you begin a conversation like this? Hi, Mum. By the way, I got married six weeks ago to a billionaire who sees our family as a business risk. The thought was so absurd it was almost funny. Almost. Downstairs, she could hear the low murmur of the television in the living room. Rowan was already there, dressed for the day, a cup of coffee in his hand, his attention fixed on some financial news channel. He hadn't spoken to her again after leaving her room. He hadn't needed to. His instructions had been clear. See that you do. And now she was here, about to do his dirty work,

“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?”

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

Elena grinned as she spoke to him, confused. “Let’s broke up, Elena. I’m sorry if I have to do this. I was falling in love with my wife already,” he said to her with sad eyes. “No, you can’t do this to me, Leonard! I’m your original lover, remember? Where supposed to be married! If only that bitch hadn’t snatched you away from me!” Elena cried. “No, it’s not real. I’m just dreaming. Right? Yes, I am, I know! You love me so much, so it’s impossible!” she said, and then she slapped her cheeks four times. That seems like a madman.

We don't realize that we have fallen for someone who is impossible for us to love. My smartphone rang. I answered it and put on my earphones. "Dude?" "Dude, how's it going? Have you been to Syracuse? Have you seen her?" I cleared my throat. I smiled staring ahead. "I'm not in Syracuse yet, dude. But one thing is for sure, I will find my wife whatever would be the cost is. I will not let her leave my side again," I said to Niro. "That's our man! The evil husband with a stoned heart is really melting now. Did I say that there is no hard bread for a hot wife?" Niro jokes.

At this moment, the realization hits me—I'm alone, unworthy of his love, unable to fill the void he's left behind. As the tears continue to fall, I clutch the towel to my chest, allowing myself to grieve for what once was and what now seems to be slipping through my fingers. The dream of my own home seems more distant than ever because I can't hope for his love there, the thought overshadowed by the gaping hole in my heart. And as the evening light fades, I'm left with the echoing whispers of uncertainty, the ache of longing, and the bitter taste of being an unworthy wife.