Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

Looking at her husband, then at me “You two know each other?” All those years from the village, the pain, the stigma, the wait. Everything came flooding my head, breaking me into smaller pieces. Ubong, the man that took my pride and left me with the price to pay alone. Feeding me with false hope and dream crowned with fake love. That man who after promising me forever, abandoned me to suffer alone in the village and ran to the city to build his perfect family in a perfect house. And now, before my eyes is that man, Ubong. Ubong stands speechless, staring at me in bewilderment.

I told him my home was with Julian, clinging to the naive belief that my marriage would eventually turn into a real family. I had no idea who the Torres family was, nor did I care about reconnecting with biological relatives I had never known, but walking out of the trauma ward tonight, realizing my husband had abandoned me to tend to his pregnant mistress, I decided to reach out to Bellamy, and he responded on the first ring.

His eyes were wide with fury as he pointed at me and cursed loudly, "Hazel, I truly misjudged you! I thought you were kind-hearted just because you took good care of my parents all these years. "In the end, you were plotting for my family's fortune and wanted to kick me out of the house! "A cruel woman like you, I want to divorce you immediately! Also, I have to take my child away too. I can't let him stay with you and learn bad habits!" Looking at his sanity-snapped appearance, I let out a smile. "I don't understand what you are talking about. "My husband is the heir of the Wingers, and he's been missing and has passed away. Exactly what divorce do you want to get with me?"

"I am not crazy, Dante. I just don't want to live in this world anymore without you. I and this child can't live without you..." "You will. You are a strong person, Marcella." He tells me with part regret and part resolve. "Perdonami..." The knife around my neck leaves my hand due to shock and pain that sliced thorough my chest as I watch the door open and close as a figure passes through in disbelief. Everywhere falls into dead silence. He is gone. My husband just abandoned me and our baby.

He didn't even recognize me. When he started to look closer, Evelyn quickly blocked his view. "Babe, this shameless woman keeps saying she's your wife!" Then, she pouted and cried harder. "I'm only thinking about your reputation." Adrian wiped her tears with tender care. "Don't get upset. People like her aren't worth it. You're pregnant, remember? You wanted that painting from the House of Wexley, right? I'll get it for you. Be good." His words humiliated me. I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I knew his grief was just as deep, just as raw as my own. My mind drifted back to three years prior, to the wedding where Vincent had abandoned me, leaving me to the mockery and scorn of every elite family in New York. It was Leo who had walked up that altar, taken my hand, and finished the ceremony with me. That night, I’d laid an annulment agreement in front of him, and he’d torn it to shreds without a second glance.

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

The rear-view mirror showed him holding the stack of photos, standing in the middle of the road like a petrified statue. … The abject humiliation, treachery from the people he loved most, and his own infertility devoured what was left of his sanity. He barged into the nearest convenience store and bought bottles of the hardest liquor. … Matthew stumbled back home. The house of lies. His mother was arguing with his father. It was about the thing that happened earlier. Sarah called him an old pervert. Rochelle kept her hands on her baby bump, sitting on the couch like a kicked puppy.

Ever since I got a vacation and Aunt and I left him at home. I just left a sticky note with him, with the key that he will take care of the house. I felt my v-vibrating phone in my pocket. I never made a mistake in the name registered there. It's him. It's none other than Troy Monreal. My husband is uncertain future: - hey, where are you? why did you leave so early? - Abigail , where are you? why can't I see you at the university? - please reply.