The Abandoned Wife’s Second Chance Novel by Violet Moon _ Novel




The Abandoned Wife’s Second Chance Chapter 01

“Listen, about tonight—”
“No.” I shake my head. “You promised me, Jasper. Three days ago, you looked me in the eye and promised.”
“I know, but—”
His phone lights up, Virginia’s name flashing on the dashboard.
“Don’t answer it,” I plead, chest constricting. “Please. It’s my birthday.”
But he ignores me, already reaching for his phone. I watch my husband disappear right in front of me. The man who barely talks to me comes alive when her voice fills the car.
“Virginia? What’s wrong?”
I close my eyes, tears burning the back of my lids. All strength drains from my limbs, leaving my heart bleeding and numb.
Three years of marriage. Three years of Virginia’s panic attacks stealing my moments with him. Our anniversary dinner, cut short. The ultrasound where we found out about the gender of our baby, interrupted. My baby shower, ruined.
All the special occasions, the private moments where we should’ve bonded as husband and wife, as a family, ended up being cut short because of this woman.
Jasper can’t see it. But it’s hard for me to believe that this is all coincidence. Virginia is doing it on purpose, and yet, I can’t even say anything against her.
“I can’t breathe, Jasper. The attack is so bad. I’m scared.”
“I’m coming,” he says, already looking for a place to make a U-turn. “Where are you?”
One final attempt, one last struggle to preserve what we have. “Jasper, please. Just for tonight, stay with me…” I plead.
“She needs me, Scarlett. You know how bad these gets.”
“What about me?” My voice cracks. “Don’t I need you?”
“You’re not having a panic attack, are you? Why are you being dramatic?”
Dramatic.
Wanting my husband to be with me on my birthday is being dramatic. Being invisible, feeling invisible, in my own marriage is me being dramatic?
I chuckle, the sound hollow and broken. “I smile when you cancel our plans for her every other day. Yet I become dramatic the one time I ask you not to go? Jasper Blake, do you even see me as your wife?”
“Virginia needs help, Scarlett. Don’t think I’ll listen to everything you say, just because your father funded my education.” He snaps.
The words send chill down my back. “Stop the car.”
“What?”
“I said, stop the car.” I unbuckle my seatbelt with shaking hands. “Go to her. Run to Virginia like you always do. But I won’t sit here and watch you choose her over me again.”
“Scarlett, you’re being ridiculous.”
“Am I?” I open the car door, the cold night air hitting me in the face. “Then prove it. For once in three years, choose your wife over your so-called friend.”
Jasper stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. Something flickers in his eyes—doubt, disbelief, hesitation. For a heartbeat, I think he might actually stay. That he might remember he has a pregnant wife who needs him too.
But then Virginia’s voice cuts through the silence…
“Jasper? Are you still there? I’m so scared…”
And just like that, the moment is gone. The cold mask is back on.
“I have to go,” he says, not meeting my eyes. “She’s alone and terrified.”
“So am I.”
But he’s not listening, already putting the car in reverse.
Before he can slam on the gas, I push open the door and step onto the shoulder of the highway, my long dress billowing around my legs.
Behind me, I hear Jasper calling my name. But I don’t stop, don’t even look back, as I’m afraid to give in to the little voice in my head.
The one always afraid of upsetting him, of disappointing him, of disgusting him by not being understanding enough.
But why should I be the one always compromising? The one always understanding?
One night is all I asked for. One night where it’ll just be him and me, where Virginia doesn’t exist.
Is that so hard to achieve?
“Scarlett! Get back in the car!”
I keep walking, my heels clicking against the asphalt. Each step feels like shattering glass, but I don’t stop. I refuse to.
“Fine!” His voice cracks across the empty night. “If you want to act like a child, then figure out how to get home yourself!”
The car door slams shut. My heart skips a beat. I risk a glance back, only to see him already speeding off, leaving me alone and pregnant on the dark highway.
He chose her.
He chose her over me after all.
The pain is sharp, intense, almost too much to bear. I stumble, struggling to breathe, holding my belly with the protective instinct of a mother wanting to shield her child from the cruelty of the world.
As his car disappears into the darkness of the night, what little remains of my broken heart shatters completely.
The baby kicks, sensing my distress. Hot tears stream down my face, but I don’t make a sound. It’s as if my voice got lost somewhere between the crushing of my heart and the roar in my ears.
My husband abandoned me.
He abandoned his pregnant wife on an empty highway, in the middle of the night, for another woman.
No “be careful.” No “call me when you get home.” Not even a careless “call a cab” before he sped off.
I don’t see anything more devastating happening to me, until my phone buzzes. For one stupid second, I think it’s him calling to say sorry.
But when I swipe the screen, I find a text from Virginia: “He’s on his way. Thanks for being so understanding, sister-in-law!”
Sister-in-law.
The word burns through me like concentrated acid. We’re not family. Not even friends. But somehow, Virginia inserted herself so perfectly in my life that everyone around me treats her like she belongs in it more than I do.
I stare at the message until my vision blurs, and something inside me finally snaps.

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