Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

It was all evidence of Luca and Winnie’s affair that I had collected over the past few years. I had always wanted our relationship to end on good terms. However, in the end, I decided that I wouldn’t let them enjoy their happiness. Before leaving this city for good, I typed my final text message. “Goodbye, I wish you all the best.” Having been together for five years, we didn't seem to have much connection as we weren't married. The miscarried child didn’t seem to matter as well. Before switching off my phone, I received a few messages.

Tears of sadness flooded her face. "No! I won't marry another woman! I only want you. Our son needs you. Please come back to us!" Alpha Callum said, hugging his wife desperately, afraid of letting her go. The couple hugged each other, locked in a tight embrace, not wanting to let go of each other. Suddenly a shadow in human form appeared in the middle of the room and said, "Clarice dear, time is up! We have to continue our journey. It's now time for you to say goodbye to your husband."

Edwin took his beautiful wife in his arms and said, "Sweetheart, I will treasure our beautiful memories deep in my heart. Thank you for being my wife and I love you so much. Thank you for not giving up on me when I wasn't a good husband to you." Cathy had tears in her eyes and replied, "I am so grateful to the Lord for allowing you to choose me to be your wife. You are such a beautiful soul, and I don't have a doubt in my mind that you are my destiny. I love you more, my handsome husband." She hugged her husband tightly. Her husband looked at her and asked, "What is the matter, my love?" Cathy smiled and replied, "I can't shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. However, I wi

Quinten’s firm voice echoed from the television speakers. “As a man and as a husband, I had my doubts about this matter. But reason told me to trust my wife. For over twenty years, she has devoted herself to raising our beloved daughter, handling all household affairs without complaint. Our marriage has endured many challenges, yet my wife has never interfered in anything beyond our family matters. She is an exceptional woman. But yesterday, someone tried to harm her—using her reputation as a weapon against her! As her husband, I must stand up at this moment and find out who orchestrated this. "As for the outstanding gentleman beside me, he is indeed my wife’s first love. But he is a man of

Mom seemed genuinely surprised. She was never fond of Jared Hammond, but she knew how much I loved him. If he hadn't broken my heart the way he did, I would've never let him go so easily. Dad, who was also a professor, spoke up. "If you've decided to end it, at least talk it through with him. It's best to part on good terms." I swallowed the bitterness rising in my chest and shook my head. Just last week, while I was still in the hospital, Elsie Sandberg posted on Instagram. "A spontaneous getaway, all thanks to Professor Hammond's generous sponsorship."

I decided to put an end to this excruciating distance between us. Slowly, I turned my back to him and turned the knob of the door. I could still feel his gaze on my back. “Good night, Tessa. Thank you for attending the party.” He said in a quiet tone. “It was my last public appearance as your wife. I had to perform my duty.” I said, both in sadness and sarcasm before entering into my room and close the door so he couldn’t see the tears I held back stubbornly.

“ 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.

When I returned from the boutique that night, I never imagined that I'd find an unwanted guest waiting in my home. Hayden ignored the disgust on my face and calmly set out dishes at the dining table. When I walked closer to him, he grinned. "Honey, I made your favorite—grilled salmon," he said, holding up the dish. "Kayla's locked up now, and with the damages from the boutique, she won't be out for at least ten years. I checked, and it seems like in cases like this, the marriage can be dissolved in two years! I'll divorce her then for sure!"

“But, B—” I cradle her face in my hands, wipe her tears with my thumbs, and kiss her forehead. This feels like a goodbye. Even though I’ll still live in the city, as Edoardo’s wife I won’t be able to spend much time with her. My husband will have to allow it—and if there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that he’s a beast, the worst kind of troglodyte. I can’t afford illusions. “I’m going to miss you,” my cousin sobs, likely reaching the same conclusion I have.

I worked three part-time jobs just to get him into a good one. As for Evangeline, after she gave birth, she checked herself into a luxury postpartum retreat that cost over 4,000 dollars a night and stayed there for about a month. I hadn't dared to ask her, thinking that she'd hooked up with some rich businessman and didn't dare to tell me. As it turned out, the person she'd hooked up with wasn't anyone else. No, it was my very husband who had pretended to be a broke, good-for-nothing nobody in front of me.