Billionaire's Abandoned Wife

” Send those bags to her room and tell her I won't visit her right now! She will be happy to see those bags!" Throwing some branded bags on the couch, he left the beautifully decorated wedding hall with white and blue themed decorations, after his wedding with his father's chosen girl. Not even thinking of visiting his wife who is waiting for him in their bedroom patiently.Oryx's POV...What if on that day, I didn't accept the marriage proposal, would I be able to see myself happy? What if instead of going to hang out with my friends in that restaurant, I would have enjoyed my time in my room, would I never meet my father-in-law? What if falling in love with my husband at first sight, would I be able to make myself happy and grateful for the life I got instead of suffering from his neglect?I am a side character in my own love story. Where I came first, I loved first but someone else got him. His heart doesn't belong to me, but I am not someone who can dream to get his heart one day

The dusk felt lonely. Yet, here, I am looking at the horizon to get the last words of hope. Hope that my husband who left me will accept my calls and talk to me. But, unfortunately, I couldn’t be able to. Right now, I am standing in front of hundred people who are attending such a great party. My parents hold the party to spread their threads of socialism and stand their family in front of the higher-ups who will be their tools for making money. They are more worried about our family status than I am, standing in the corner of the hall room without my husband. “Oryx! Come here!” I felt a jerk when my mother held my wrist and pulled me inside the guestroom. My skin burned under her tight grip. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “You are asking what’s wrong? Your in-laws are here. They don’t know that your husband didn’t attend the party with you. Why didn’t you bring him with you?” Well, her voice is screaming that I am the one who didn’t bring her husband. “He didn’t pick up my phone call

Doesn't it suck when you learn that the person you love, the person who you dearly hold in your heart, you know nothing about him? They seem to appear in front of you like a different person than they truly are. He looked so appealing but he acted like that. He looked like my type but he turned out different. I loved seeing his gentle nature but he turned out someone who doesn't care about me. Does he have tattoos? Does he smoke? What If he drinks a lot? Once I didn't want to date or like anyone who had those habits. But now, I think I can't hate him even if he has any of those habits.Is this why people say that love is blind? Probably! Because I can't hate him. I can't think about anyone else next to me but him. What can I do to make him love me little? What if we just try to be friends first? Will he be friends with me? I doubt. I am nothing but an obstacle for him. He must be sleeping embracing his beloved. Maybe, gently stroking her hair, and her shoulder, he is calming her to

Children are the most likeable beings because they don't have any idea what's going on in this cold, dry and painful world. They are pure and simple. Simple things can bring the brightest smile to their face. And I envy them. If I could be happy with the simplest thing I have.But...What do I actually have? Nothing. When I turn back and look at the moments of my life, I find nothing. A simple life everyone deserves but me. Every inch of me still shakes with terror, questioning me, shouldn't we run away? Shouldn't we find our happiness?But where is the happiness that people talk about? All I can see is that they are struggling, with bad thoughts or good thoughts. Someone is jealous of someone's success, someone is unhappy with a successful life.Nowhere to be found happiness is a word of the reasons for the beginning of thousands of nightmares. I want to be happy, so let's do it. But after being successful to do it finely, no, I need more, let's do it...We aren't satisfied. But Betw

" You stayed behind because you are afraid that I will hurt that precious person, Isn't it? Dad"The human heart can be fickle. Anyway, can change their minds. Sipping my favourite black coffee, I look at my father who is calmly sharing the table in the hospital cafeteria with me. A rare scene in my life, spending time with them is something I can only imagine." It doesn't matter. I wanted to make sure you give your blood on time!" What a liar! He knows I can read his expression, still bothering to lie." How is your life there? Does Marquis treat you well?" Did I hear it right? I look at my father with widened eyes. Did he just ask that? What a joke! " Do you wish someone to treat me like a queen when you all treated me like nonsense? Isn't it too selfish?"Don't act like a father who loves his daughter. You don't deserve to be called a father." Oryx! I think you should try harder. Marquis's father isn't -"Stop! Don't spoil my mood early this morning. " I hope Father will st