Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

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.

On the screen, all three of them were talking to a camera. Derek's eyes were red and swollen, and a mounted set of antlers hung on the wall behind him. "My wife Vivian played the humble housewife for years while secretly being loaded. I handled every household expense. Our son just got into Harvard, and instead of celebrating as a family, she walked out because I didn't give her an expensive watch." "She even used her connections with our company's HR manager to cancel our son's internship. I know I've let her down over the years. But tuition isn't cheap, and I've done everything I could."

The girl also released her hand from her husband's hand. Why did Massimo even say that? I do not like being given false hope... ah, why do I even feel weird? Do not put my hope in a stupid husband because, after all, we got married with no love at all. All the assumptions that he has mentioned will not change the situation, thought Abby, who was trying to drown out all the sadness alone.

My life was crumbling down right in front of my eyes. The words of my husband in my head were like a constant reminder that I had been abandoned, the way he protected Malia, the househelp that I always suspected but was too trusting to question. He never protected me that way, he only looked down on me even at the Pack's couples’ events. I had thought securing a contract for him would change everything, would make him love me …but, I was wrong. My hands trembled on the steering wheel as tears poured down even more. I reached for a bottle of strong vodka. The one I had bought to celebrate with him. My heart clenched in pain as I let out a bitter smile.

It was so painfully sad; I was the only one to escape that horrifying night. Waking abruptly, my heart raced, and my palms were clammy. The darkness of my room wrapped around me like the remnants of the ashes from that fateful night. Even now, years later, the grief remained—a heavy cloak I could not shed. The house felt larger than ever, its vast emptiness echoing in solitude since my husband abandoned me here. To punish me for loving him. I dwell in a shell of memories and shadows of what was a sham of a marriage.

Victoria glared at Caroline, her grip on Caroline's hair tightening. Caroline was feeling unwell, which was why she wanted to rest for a bit. From morning until night, she was constantly ordered to do house chores like a servant. Her husband, Johan, allowed her to be treated this way and tormented in this house. Johan didn’t care about her. His attitude was nothing like it had been early in their marriage. They had been married for three years, and initially, Johan often defended and protected her. However, over time, his concern for her disappeared.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Sydney “You’ve been sleeping with Bryce Westin.” He shot back, heaving. “So don’t come here acting so innocent! I’ve seen…” I laughed and he trailed off. “Well, can you blame me?” I grabbed a pair of heels off the rack. “My husband abandoned me while I was in the hospital. Don’t you think it makes sense to spend my time with someone who actually gives a damn whether I live or die?” His hands clenched into fists. “Sydney….”