Abandoned Husband Dominates Novels & Stories

“Megan, in a marriage, there are roles. And sometimes, one person has to take the lead, especially when things are… challenging. I’m the husband. I’m the provider. It’s my responsibility.” He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. His grip was surprisingly strong, unyielding. “And as my wife, it would make things a lot easier if you were… supportive of that. If you were, perhaps, a little more… submissive to my direction in this.” The word hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Submissive. It was a word that grated against every fiber of her being, a concept she had always associated with outdated notions of marriage, with the very paternalistic views she had rebelled against.

With a firm demeanor and a clear voice, Ben gave his orders to his men. "Yes, sir. We’ll handle it properly." With a wave of his hand, Ben dismissed his subordinates from the room. They promptly obeyed. Ben, of course, was curious and intrigued by Caroline's life. "So, her husband and mother-in-law didn’t treat her well at home. Alright, I’ll look into this for her." Ben picked up a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. Smoke billowed throughout the room. Among all the women who had entered his life, only Caroline had managed to captivate him to this extent, even forcing him to reveal her past. Especially after learning that she had married another man.

Dominic choked out, "Adrian, did you scatter Ophelia's ashes into the sea? Did you abandon her?" His expression was now stormy. Adrian threw a punch in Dominic's direction while stating darkly, "You're the one who abandoned her, Dominic Sharp! Didn't you plan on marrying Isabelle? Didn't you hate Ophelia? Why are you playing the part of a loving husband now?" Dominic coughed up blood at that moment. He kept shaking his head in return. "I didn't really want to marry Isabelle… I just wanted to piss Ophelia off…"

“You show up out of nowhere, start barking orders, and now you think you can take her?” Serena yanked her hand back, eyes wide. “Dope…..” “No,” he cut in, not looking at her. “You want me to just stand here and let some random great suit muscle in? Not happening.” Dominic gave a short, cold laugh. “Random great suit? You mean the guy who just saved her life? You think because you’ve been running around chasing shadows, that gives you some kind of claim on her?” Dope continued “I'm her husband and most people around her do know that. Now if you weren't so narcissistic maybe just maybe you'll use your brains a little.”

The husband and wife were in the room now. Lyra hastily pulled him down from the rooftop. With haste, and still faithful tears flow. Dominic knew where their sex was going. Sex in a hurry for the sake of burying grief. Lyra moved more actively. Very aggressive. The woman is very domineering now. Dominic’s position was half lying down, with Lyra sitting on his lap. Kiss each other wildly. Lyra’s tongue went into his mouth. Dominic’s neat rows of white teeth, cheeks, the roof of his mouth, and then tongues entangle with each other. Let it be if by dominating like this it can erase all the pain that his wife feels. It didn’t matter that his body was tired and wanted to clean himself up and then

“Family. The company. The legacy.” “And all of that matters more than the woman who nearly died saving you?” Leonard looked away. “This isn’t about right or wrong,” he said flatly. “It’s about being realistic.” Sebastian let out a short laugh. “Realistic? You call abandoning your wife in that condition… realistic?” Leonard didn’t react. He simply took another sip. “Taking care of her won’t change anything. Surgeries, therapy… all of that just prolongs something that can’t be fixed.”

She shot me one last contemptuous glance, took Johnny's hand, and turned to leave. I watched her retreating figure, and the memories of our fifteen years together flooded back. Despite everything, I couldn't help but call out to her. Maeve spun around instantly. "Changed your mind? Ed, it's too late now—" I cut her off, glancing at her hand intertwined with Johnny's. Whether it was because I'd already hurt too much, or because I'd finally let go—my heart felt calm now. I said, "We were married once, so I'll give you one last piece of advice. Johnny isn't who you think he is. He's not the son of war heroes—he's been lying to you. His reasons for getting close to you might not be innocent..."

His mild manners concealed an almost frightening ambition I had never fully glimpsed until that last day in our shared home. No, spineless idleness did not lurk in those sharp green eyes assessing me so coldly as he signed away our crumbled marriage without hesitation. If anything, freedom from me had likely been the escape he secretly longed for from the start. An opportunity to slip the leash on his hidden aspirations at long last. I shook away the unease tangling my thoughts, refusing to dwell any further on ghosts of the past. I had a business empire to salvage and rebuild. Wallowing in bitter speculation over Tristan’s motives would gain me nothing now.

That lit up an emotion in me that made me regret not holding her longer, not pushing her inside the door and making good on my need—to tear that gorgeous dress off of her body and lick her, just to see if her skin tasted as sweet as her mouth, to fuck her. I was a man who got what he wanted, but I had been acting like a love-sick puppy since I’d met Abigail. She had called me a coward because of my views of not getting married and not having kids, and it didn’t bother me until her ‘You make me wish I never do’. “I found out about Abi,” Dom said, walking into the room. I should’ve been happy, but I wasn’t. “I don’t give a damn.” He stood beside my armchair. “Did something happen?”

-Will you be my husband– Dominic held out his hand, –will you be my husband? And Aidan placed his hand on his. -Of course, my alpha.