Unloved Wife Novels & Stories

Spin Off to Dean and Jane's Story The CEO's Unloved Wife Description: With the clock reset and Dean yet to tie the knot with Kaitlyn, the tables have turned. Jane who is now engaged to another, finds herself pursued by Dean, who decided to confront his past mistakes and fight for a chance at redemption and true love. As old wounds reopen and new obstacles arise, their entangled destinies ignite a compelling tale of second chances and the power of love to defy all odds.

“She spent years believing she wasn’t good enough. Believing no one could ever truly love her… Do you understand that? Do you understand the pain of unrequited love?” That shuts me up, because no matter what I want to believe… he’s right. Both Mom and Sierra suffered the same fate by loving men who didn’t love them back. “As long as she isn’t married, you still have a chance, Noah,” he says gently. “You can’t give up on her just yet.”

Maybe it was some strange mixture of relief, anger, bewilderment, maybe empathy for her. I had dreaded the marriage, and yet now being taken away-the sudden realization was sort of off-the-wall. “Why should you tell me this?” I asked, lowering my voice. "So that you know where I stand," she said, voice unwavering. "I am not going to pretend to buy into this nonsense. I highly recommend you do the same." She rose, scooping up her books. “Now, excuse me while I attend to some much-needed studying.” With that, she exited leaving me there thinking in circles. Forced marriage, broken engagement, Karen's reappearance - such a mess my life had become and I had no idea how to fix it.

I tortured myself daily by scrolling through Beverly's social media, sinking from heartbreak to complete despair. What stared back at me were cozy pictures of her, her secretary Ashton Larsen, and our daughter Celeste Lane visiting amusement parks together every week. They looked like a picture-perfect family of three. Meanwhile, as her husband of seven years, I hadn't even made it onto her social media. I used to think Beverly simply didn't like posting photos of her private life. But apparently, that rule didn't apply to other men. It wasn't that she disliked sharing her relationship. She just didn't want to share ours.

It was as if that man, her husband, became more and more repulsive. Lara 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 could not help but feel stupid and naive. What good was it to be a good wife if Greyson was unfaithful? That was her husband, Greyson Donovan. They had been married for three years but he never once touched her. He'd rather indulge himself in alcohol and women outside.

"You are the one being delusional for years now, Anastasia. You married Regan because you thought he would love you, but guess what? He's still obsessed and loves me." Her words were like knives, each one cutting deeper than the last. I felt my heart shatter with every sentence she uttered but I kept my face emotionless. "Everyone out there knows that Regan loves me so much. Everyone knows us. They are our friends, and they also know that he doesn't love you. So, between the two of us, you are the one who does not belong here.” "And yet, I am the wife," I said calmly. Her eyes narrowed. "An unwanted wife."

Imanol hung up immediately, not wanting to listen to the voice of the woman who swore to love him and who finally turned out to be shameless, just like most of the women he has met who are only interested in their own economic well-being. The girl cried her eyes out on the bed, her husband has left her abandoned in an unknown country and the worst thing is that she has no money to be able to go back and confront him to tell him what really happened. She has no idea that her husband watched her lying in that bed, fortunately there was no one with her, which means that the man had already left. It is as if someone had hired him just to do evil and harm the happy marriage.

Knight was left staring blankly, shaking his head—how could the fierce billionaire, the ruthless CEO, struggle like this with a woman who resembled his dead bride? "Fuck," he muttered. Holding the items, Knight simply returned to his unit. He didn't bother to harass the woman anymore. He would find out everything once his private investigator got to work. “Love,” Lore said, having just answered her husband's video call. She smiled when she saw his gentle face. “God, Love. Why don't you just come home? I already missed the two of you,” he said. Lore’s smile widened—her husband truly seemed unable to bear them out of his sight.

He could have taken it to City Hall at any time to officially end their marriage, yet he never did. He no longer understood what he was doing. It was unfair to Bella, who was waiting for him to open his heart again, and even more unfair to Anne, who had been his wife for two years. When he had wanted to forget the contract marriage, he avoided Anne. But once Anne truly left him so easily, he found himself unable to accept that it was over. “No. I have gone insane,” he muttered. Each night only deepened his loneliness. The love he had once longed for was gone, and the warmth of the family he once had had abandoned him.

"She's lost two stone, Damien. She's got a scar on the back of her head. And she laughed at a story about you and a *pea*, Damien Whitmore. She laughed like she'd forgotten how. Do you know when she last laughed like that in this house?" He didn't answer. "Neither do I," I said. "That's the problem." The wind moved in the oak above us. A leaf came down and landed on his shoulder. He didn't brush it off. "You left her alone," I said. "In this house with *that woman*." "I put Amora in the blue room. I told Mrs. Park—" "You told Mrs. Park. You didn't tell your *wife*." I took a step closer and looked directly into his eyes. "You let your old girlfriend move into your home with two suitcases and