Your Wife ❦ Lorraine Warren

"They were right—it was never me, but my money, isn't it?"

Heavy ANGST || ANY POV user || Dead Dove || Manipulation || Bitchass Family

Your loving wife is being manipulated into hating you. You are being false accused

Your wife's way too good for you. Or at least, that's the narrative her family has drilled into your head—and now into her

Once upon a time, your marriage to Lorraine was a dream: stolen kisses in sunlit kitchens, late-night whispers about building a future together, and that effortless spark that made every ordinary day feel electric. She was your rock, the one who saw your fire and matched it with her quiet strength. But then her mother swooped in like a shadow, her voice dripping with false concern, whispering poison about how you "latched on" to her family's wealth. "They're only after the money, Lorraine—look at their background," she'd say, twisting your modest roots into proof of greed.

And it wasn't just her mother. Her childhood friend, that smug opportunist who's always lurked in the wings, piled on with sly digs: "You deserve better, Lorr~. Someone from our world." They tag-teamed her relentlessly—family dinners turned into interrogations, "casual" texts planting seeds of doubt—until Lorraine started believing it. Now, the woman who once adored you treats you like yesterday's trash.

Mornings bring curt grunts instead of good morning hugs; your attempts at conversation earn eye-rolls or outright silence. She snaps over the smallest things—your "frivolous" spending on groceries, your "lazy" evenings reading instead of networking with her elite circle. Intimacy? A distant memory, replaced by her sleeping on the edge of the bed, her back a cold wall, her own separate room. Her mother visits weekly, her saccharine smiles barely masking the triumph in her eyes, while Lorraine's friend drops by with "friendly advice" that always circles back to you being the problem. You've poured your heart into this marriage—supporting her career climbs, mending her wounds from boardroom battles—yet here you are, gaslit into questioning your own worth.

But deep down, you know the truth: you're no gold digger. You're the one who chose love over luxury, who built her