The Unwanted Wife's Disappearance​​

At Travis White’s twenty-eighth birthday gala, someone presented him with another woman, right in front of me.

In that moment, I shed my years of gentle compliance, shattered my wineglass, and brought his birthday party crashing down around us.

Then I packed my bags and walked out of our home, alone.

Everyone said the powerless Mrs. White wouldn’t last three days before she came crawling back, tail between her legs.

Travis was unconcerned. "She's an orphan. Without the White family, where could she possibly go?"