Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

I don't want to see that hatred that I witnessed on Marquis's face. I would rather stay away from her than see her hating me... Hah!!! Reality is unbelievable. I still can't digest the matter that I was abandoned by my husband on the first night. There is nothing to hold or to rely on. Living like a stray with no support. No roof when it storms, No blanket when it snows. Ahead of my life, I have only myself. The unbreakable wall ahead of me I have to break it to move on. Let myself bleed out with every wound I am getting now, to get my happiness. I no longer want to be locked in the cruel illusion of so-called family love.

He asked hopefully and I nod my head in response. I tried, I tried so much to support him, to trust him but this is what I get in return? I was scared, I was scared of being treated in same way as my mother but yet again, same thing is happening to me. My own husband is abandoning me, for what? For another woman. Whom he doesn't even love before his accident.

“I need you to be calm, Sophie. Calm. No matter what you see…” I turned immediately. My husband. With a lady. Olivia, I guess? He was buying jewelry for her, his hands wrapped around her waist. I blinked repeatedly as Dad's words before I got married flooded into my head: “And if he ever cheats on you, he has no respect for you anymore. It is up to you to hold on to the respect you have for yourself and leave.” I swallowed hard, hot liquid streaking down my cheeks while Cesca planted herself in front of me.

The husband of the woman he loves is already in Jakarta and may be busy with his wife's funeral until he forgets or doesn't know the current situation of the other wives. If only Abizar could eliminate just one person in this world, he would like to get rid of Haidar. Yes, at least there are no more unstable men who marry two women but can't do justice to them. Does he think marriage is a game? The sacred promise that was made in front of many people and then just ignored? Is marriage a weed? Left and grow on their own. But did he know that weeds would only be an eyesore and should be mowed down? Likewise, marriages that are only based on compulsion and then just ignored, should have been tr

Quinn was the one who accidentally let it slip during an argument. That night, I received a call from an unknown number. It was Jonathan. He was drunk, making him slur his words. "I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I didn't know that Quinn would—" "You're drunk." "I'm not. My head is clear… I want to see you, Elizabeth. I want to see our child…" "We're divorced, Jonathan." "I know, but I regret it. I regret it so much… Why don't you come back to my side? I've already sent Quinn away. She'll never show her face around us ever again. Come back… Let's start over, okay?"

“And that child was stolen from her. While she was locked in prison. Lied to. Manipulated. Left to believe her baby died.” Damien stared at the documents, unable to breathe. His entire world tilted. He remembered Elena crying in the hospital, broken and devastated. He remembered dismissing her fears.He remembered calling her delusional. He remembered leaving her on the road last night. He remembered it all Guilt crushed him like a boulder. “I… I abandoned her,” he whispered, eyes burning. “I left her there. In the dark. Alone.” Old Mr. Salvatore slammed his cane on the floor.

He flops down in an open chair and kicks of his filthy boots. "Where is that manky bean," he growls as he gets settled and the two other males shrug. "Soith! Get in," the swine yells and I hear something fall as someone runs from the other side of the home. My stomach twists and a bruised woman comes running into the room. Familiarity slaps me in the face as I am met with the older version of my angelic mate. Her mother is alive... "Ba mhaith liom via (I want food)," he practically snarls and the woman hurries from the room.

I stood in the wreckage of my gallery, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the slashed canvases. This was supposed to be the debut of the solo show I'd spent three years preparing. A room that should have been full of flowers and applause looked like a dump. Half an hour ago, my husband Preston had come storming in like a man possessed and trashed the place. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!"

PETITION FOR DIVORCE – GROUNDS: MARITAL FRAUD, MORAL TURPITUDE, AND EMOTIONAL ABANDONMENT The divorce agreement felt like a cruel dream….no, a nightmare…..but all I could do was laugh. “Emotional abandonment, marital fraud….moral turpitude? What the hell are you even on about?” “You will allege that your husband abandoned you, kept you in such a state of depression, and barely regarded you throughout your marriage. Additionally, you are alleging that the fact that you stole your sister's fiancé makes your husband void before any divine powers… that is what you will sign, right now.”

MEANWHILE IN ASHFORD BAY: The neighbouring City close to Cedarville. "Sign it, Abigail." The envelope landed on the breakfast table with the finality of a coffin lid slamming shut. Abigail's fingers froze around her coffee mug, steam rising between her and the man she had called husband for three years. Three years of separate rooms. Three years of loving someone made of ice. Grey Knight, her supposed husband didn't even look at her. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, watching Ashford Bay's skyline like it belonged to him. In many ways, it did. But somehow she didn't belong to him.