Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

JASON’S POV I knew Ava. Maybe not like I used to, not the way I did when we were married, but I still knew her heart. Three years of marriage don’t just disappear from your memory. You don’t forget the way someone breathes when they’re anxious, or how they fake a smile when everything’s falling apart. I knew how soft she was, how deeply she felt things even when she pretended not to. So when she said she wanted to be alone after hearing about Julian’s death… I understood.

the other man asked. There was a pause. A long one. "Does it matter?" Mike finally replied, his voice tight. "Come on, man. I've known you for ten years. You don't just wake up one day and get married. Especially not you." I stepped closer to the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure they'd hear it. "It happened fast," Mike said flatly. "That's all." "Fast?" The man laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Try nonexistent. Three weeks ago you were telling me you'd never get married. Now you've got a wife I've never even heard of?"

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

She debated whether to share the embarrassment and shame she had suffered at the hands of her husband and his family. It wouldn't hurt to talk to someone, right? she thought. The tears came pouring, and she finally spilled everything. Every hurtful word. Every heartbreak her husband had inflicted during their marriage. Gerald listened silently, not interrupting once. "Tell me... what should I do?" she sobbed. Gerald sighed. From what she'd said, he could tell her husband didn’t love her anymore. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. "Well," he cleared his throat. "You could leave."

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

His jaw tightened with barely concealed disdain before he added, "As far as he knows, I've already left the country, and I abandoned you here after admitting you. To think the idiot hasn't even called to ask about your whereabouts." The words settled heavily in my chest. Not because they hurt as much as they would have a few days ago, but because they no longer did. Instead, it left me feeling strange... numb. Perhaps there was a limit to how much pain a heart could carry before it simply stopped feeling altogether.. “I guess I married a monster without realizing it,” I muttered quietly. Oddly enough, I wasn't crying. The woman who had begged Kennedy to look at her, to choose her, to love he

“ Keep your eyes open, don't close them” But the words were already fleeting. “She would be missed” a familiar heartwrenching voice resounded. My husband…giving the heartwrenching speech I knew had been memorised already.

Because, fvck it, I’m the worst, I completely, 100% forgot about my best friend, Gaia. And get this: she’s married. Married. As in, til death do us part, and I wasn't even there to see the death part. I didn't get an invite, I didn't get a save the date, nothing. It hurts like a bitch, honestly. It’s making me so freaking sad because we used to be inseparable, and now I’m looking at her life from the outside like some stranger. But the real kicker? Her husband. From what I’ve gathered, the guy makes Dax look like a freaking Boy Scout. He’s on some whole other level of worse, and that scares the absolute shit out of me.