Wife Stripped In Public Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the article, the words carving into me like a knife. "A young woman was caught attempting to steal an expensive wedding gown at Tarren’s Mall, owned by the prestigious Williams family. The suspect, identity unknown, was publicly confronted by Sophia Montgomery and her fiancé, Kenneth Williams. Witnesses claim the woman was desperate to obtain a luxurious dress beyond her means. Security was called in to remove her from the premises…”Below it was a photo of me, kneeling on the ground, my face streaked with tears, surrounded by security guards. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

The comments section was a war zone. @SocialJusticeQueen: That blonde woman was CLEARLY the aggressor. The wife was just defending herself. Props to her for not backing down. @RealityCheckPod: This is what happens when mistresses think they can publicly humiliate wives. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. @BusinessInsider2024: Isn't that Damien Castellan's wife? And his secretary? This is going to be a PR nightmare for Castellan Enterprises. @GossipGirlNYC: THE WIFE DISLOCATED HER SHOULDER. I'm both terrified and impressed.

"Of course, I will. You know only the Michaels would throw a party when the whole world is in chaos, but I am sure the public has taught you how harsh it can be when you are hated. Everyone saw what they did to your wife and your mother and..." My hand held her wrist forcibly. "What do you mean what has been done to my wife and mother?" "You don't know, do you?" She teased before bursting into cackles. "What the hell is going on?" I slip my phone out of my pocket, glossing through the numerous texts and calls from my wife. "They were treated like the scum you all are by the public, and soon, you all wouldn't be able to show your face to the public anymore."

Jack owned a small yacht that he kept in Fort Lauderdale, and Whitney owned a condo in Aspen, Colorado. She appeared to be the wife of a rich businessman. Her secret life showed a completely different side of her, however. In her website photo, her long blackish hair was brushed out and blown back. Wearing a red bustier under a knee-length leather jacket, she held a whip in one hand. Red lacy panties topped legs sporting tall black boots that rose up to her thighs. Her beautiful face held a punishing expression.

Falling asleep in her apartment, drained and broken. --- The next morning, my head throbbed. Sophia sat on the edge of the bed, her face dark. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. She hesitated. “Judy…” My stomach sank. “What?” She turned the screen toward me. The headline hit me like a fist: **“Woman Publicly Humiliated as Fiancé Marries Rich Ex-Girlfriend.”** My photo. Broken, shaking, at the bar. I couldn’t breathe. “They posted this?” I whispered.

She wouldn’t be able to show her face in public for weeks. Only when the police began separating them did Delphine fully realize what had just happened and how much it was going to cost them. Meanwhile, the redhead lay on the gravel, bleeding from a cut on her forehead. Wyatt was on his knees beside her, checking for injuries, his face pale and trembling. He didn't even care about his wife. All he cared about was the young woman on the gravel floor. Cameras still flashed. Videos kept rolling. The damage was done already. There was no coming out of this one.

She grabs the hem of my trousers, sobbing hysterically, creating a massive, embarrassing spectacle. “I’m begging you! Please! Have mercy on us! We’re going to be on the streets!” Instantly, the surrounding crowd slows down. People pull out their smartphones, pointing their lenses directly at the weeping older woman kneeling before a cold, stoic girl in a designer blazer. The flashes begin to blink. “Hey, isn't that Zayn Hemsworth's wife?” someone whispers nearby, their phone recording every second. “What wicked thing has she done to that poor old woman?”

“The reason is simple. When her ‘lawful husband’ slandered me while she physically assaulted me, my family arrived in time.” I raised my right hand. The faint scar on my wrist was clearly visible under the high-definition camera’s close-up feature. “This is the ‘love’ she left me as a memento.” The press conference fell into a deathly silence. Then erupted into unprecedented chaos. “Fake marriage certificate? “Cheating on her husband while deceiving her amnesiac boyfriend?” “Illegal confinement? Intentional assault? This is a crime!” Public opinion flipped instantly. Eira, stationed at the estate gate, watched it all unfold through her phone livestream. The color drained from her face.

Willow stood frozen in place. Her eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Yet, she stubbornly kept her chin up. "What did you just say, Willie?" Caspian stared at her in disbelief. Willow yanked her hand out of his and choked out, "Mr. Henderson, what will it take for you to leave me alone? Your wife wants to rip my clothes off in public. Are you satisfied now?"