Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

And unfortunately, their relationship is not close. Mr Morris' wife left him for another man when Mr Abraham was a child. Making Mr. Morris make work as an outlet for his sadness. When Mr. Morris feels their relationship is drifting apart and intends to fix it, it's too late! Mr. Abraham has grown into a grown man and decided to leave the house which he thought only gave bad memories. After that, Mr. Morris tried hard to reach his son again. And just as he was barely persuading his son, he suddenly came with news that he wanted to marry a college student and part-time worker at a coffee shop.

Her fist lands on his chest again. "Why does my daughter have to feel bad for you in the first place?! You've abandoned us!" "I never abandoned you! You hid yourself away from me!" "And why is that?! That night when you crushed my heart, you've abandoned me as your wife! You've abandoned all the promises you made to be a good and loving husband! Tell me I'm wrong?! So why! Why does Nic even have to feel for you! You never think of her until you saw her! You never felt guilty and sorry for what you've done until you realized you're the only one who had me! Don't even deny that!" One more punch on his chest and her tears fall again.

Back then, Zach had stubbornly refused the arranged marriage, insisting that he would not marry me under any circumstances. However, the moment he saw me, he claimed it was love at first sight and that he would marry no one else. He shamelessly pursued me for over six months. Considering he was honorable and never flirted with anyone else, I agreed. Still, it did not take long before a new woman appeared in his life—his pampered foster sister, Yvette. On our wedding day, Zach’s phone rang.

"Yes, Mami Vic. I actually brought my husband here. He didn't want to leave me alone. He's in the backstage watching." "Oh my god!" she gasped again. "D-Don't tell me... please don't tell me that your husband is the person who is often linked to you. Because I remember, three years ago, you already had an issue when a video circulated claiming that he was your husband! Recently, he was linked to you again." My smile widened on my lips. "Yes, that is my husband. That man is no other than my husband, the love of my life."

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.

"Esat wasn't going to kill me, he took me out of the house so Grandpa would calm his anger, to save me. But he was about to take me out of town and give me a new life, but of course, you show up and ruin everything again." "Melek, I'm your husband, I'm going to protect you." Her patience seems to be wearing thin because she says those words to me with more force than necessary. "Forget it, you stopped being my husband when you abandoned me in the cabin. I don't even know why you're back." "That's the way things must be." "I don't care, just go." I continue on my way hoping that some kind soul will show up and take pity on my deplorable state.

“Whatever it is that is going with you, can't you talk about your problems with me? At the very least, let the two of us work things out together.” He sneered at me and went on.”No, I'm sorry, as you already know, i have a son with a lady that I abandoned, and she raised my kid all alone. I want to concentrate on regaining her respect and being a father to my son. Marriage is really not on my list again, maybe for now. If you are in a haste, you should look for someone else to settle down with, I'm not ready to nurture your emotions.” He remarked. I couldn't breathe… is this a dream?

"Your honey.... is calling you." The way I said honey felt like a slap. I stepped back, my hands dropping from his waist. Suddenly, the bandages, the kitchen, the I will live for you it all felt like a beautiful, messy lie. He was still her husband, and obviously he still sees her as his wife, that's why he couldn't just save her name with something else, after she literally abandoned her on son and even cheated on him. Oh...my God, does Chad really love my mum so much? They should be divorced by now already....

He crossed his legs, took another drag of his cigar and puffed rings in the air. “Do you think you'd be hanging over a pot of oil if I managed to get my hands on him?” he said, rolling the cigar between his fingers like he was bored. “He slipped away… He abandoned you. His love isn't so strong after all.” I froze. Not because he claimed Detroit abandoned me. I knew he'd never do that. I froze because he didn't manage to get his hands on my husband. In other words, my husband was making plans to rescue me right now.

“I want to be clear about that. I’m full. That’s different.” He understood the distinction. He always understood the distinctions. She reached up and put her hand against his face. His eyes closed the way they always did, the way she had come to love, the exhale of someone setting something down. “I married you today,” she said. “Yes,” he said. His voice was low. “In the kitchen where your mother cooked every Sunday. In the house my father used to visit.” She held his face. “And my father’s name is on a government framework. And I have an uncle in Lagos who has been looking for us for fifteen years.”