Abandoned Husband Dominates Novels & Stories

She goes on to say and I shake my head at her, if my family or atleast those I had considered as on would all abandon me then why will Dominic Garcia, who I had no blood related connection with, we weren't even friends let alone real acquaintances, he was an odd, mysterious man that I just striked a deal with, I had nothing of real benefit to offer him. The little I had have just been flushed down the bathroom. “No.” I shake my head at Jersey but she continues to insist. “You just said it now, Jersey, no one is willing to help.” I remind her. “My own husband and family just abandoned me Jersey, why would a multi

I heard a lot of confusing words today. Rynet what's going on now? I gave her a call after reading the texts in the message. Mom how are you? I greeted the moment a hello came from her.. Fine my dear. Victoria called me fuming. She said that you made her husband disabled. What happened please tell me. She inquired. Victoria is Tom's wife. They have been married for ages now with three kids all girls.

She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way. She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it. That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

"Figures — nobody's kid. Can't even hold on to a husband." Sebastian had barely stepped out of the ballroom before the voices started up behind me. One of his friends lifted a glass and looked me up and down. "Seven years clinging to him like a barnacle. You didn't deserve the seat. Of course you lost it." "Even his own kid rolled a six. You can't fight fate, sweetheart." I didn't do what I would have done a year ago. I didn't turn red-eyed. I didn't fight back.

I talked to Jenny, and she told me that Dominik had abandoned me for foolishness since the beginning of my pregnancy, she told me that I tried to call him a million times and he never answered, and that I even begged for his forgiveness but he never deigned to answer me even that way. I would have had my doubts, as it is a very dramatic story, but Jenny showed me proof. From her phone, she showed me messages and audios that I had sent her, in which she and I talked about all that. From my own voice and my own words, I understood that Dominik had abandoned me and our son and that he had not even deigned to tell me the truth, being a coward when he came back. Is that really my husband, is that

Abandoned. That period had been ugly. Cameras everywhere. Headlines twisting everything. Dominic going back to Leana to clean up whatever mess he thought he had to fix, and me standing alone while strangers judged me. Still, what right does he have to even mention what Dominic did? He in fact ABANDONED me, for a whole freaking year, I was married to myself even though I had an actual husband. Dominic’s hand moved slightly, like he wanted to reach for mine, but he stopped himself. “You don’t know the full story,” he said.

"Why go that far?" "I was on the run. From my husband. From a life that turned impossible." I touched my actual face. "Switched it up to vanish for good. Start fresh as somebody else." Ethan leaned in. "What was his name? This husband?" "Dominic. He was..." I hunted for the right words. "Influential. Loaded. Distant. Saw me as something he owned, not a partner. Made me feel like nothing." "Like how Marcus treated you."

Stress, depression, and the loneliness that gnawed at her soul drove Vivienne to seek comfort in food until her body swelled out of control. Ironically, after two years of marriage, let alone having a child, Dominic had never even touched her once. The man treated her as nothing more than an outdated decoration, a humiliating virgin wife. “Are you planning to hide in here until the event is over, Vivienne?” That cold baritone voice shattered Vivienne’s thoughts. Dominic Thorne, her husband, stood by the connecting doorway in a custom-made suit that wrapped perfectly around his tall, well-built body. Perfect. A word that contrasted sharply with Vivienne’s appearance tonight.

“If you don’t accept, Danika, I will throw you out. And I’ll send my son after you. He can use you, ruin you, and toss you aside like trash. Maybe then he’ll finally stop fantasizing about you.” I'd rather slit my wrists. I glance at him, at his serious, murderous expression. Is this what his wife saw seconds before she was murdered? Was she simply looking for a soft touch from another male, one that her husband couldn't provide? “You have twenty-four hours,” he snaps. “I’ll inform the dominants.” “Yes, Sir,” I manage to reply.

He glanced at Sophia on the bed, who looked weak enough to expire at any moment, and his gaze instantly softened. "But Sophia can't. She's too fragile. She's pregnant, and that is my firstborn son." "She and the child need this protection more than you do." I looked at the man in front of me. How righteously he spoke. Because I was strong, I deserved to be abandoned? Because she was weak, she could rightfully steal everything from me? I slapped his hands away, took two steps back, and leaned against the cold wall. Blood from my forehead dripped onto the pristine white floor tiles, blooming into glaring red flowers.