Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

“Don’t worry about me. Oh… when you get home, go straight to the room. I left something for you.” “That sounds exciting. Alright, I’ll do that. I love you, wife.” My heart shattered. The tears wouldn’t stop. “Take care… and goodbye.” I ended the call. Without hesitation, I removed the SIM card and snapped it in half. Then I reset my phone. Just like that. Every connection. Every memory tied to him. Gone. I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely. “Goodbye, hubby,” I whispered. ****** LMCD22

“Do you enjoy embarrassing this family? You were never right for my son. I warned him, but he refused to listen. Honestly, this marriage should have ended long ago.” For four years, I had endured her words, her judgment and her rejection. But today, they meant nothing. “You’re right,” I said quietly. “It should have. That's why it's ending now.” And then I hung up. I was zipping up my suitcase when the bedroom door slammed open. Adrian. He stood there, slightly disheveled, anger written all over his face. His eyes swept over the room, the open wardrobe, the packed bags and his expression darkened. “What is this?” he demanded.

I don’t think Jonathan would care, but still, I have to avoid some situations since I am a married woman. “You look lovely. I didn’t recognize you for a second,” he complimented, staring at me. I just stared at him blankly. Why would he be complimenting another man’s wife? Well, complimenting me is not really bad, but at the end of the day, you are my ex-husband. The relationship needs to remain that way. “I told you to say what you wanted to say quickly. I want to continue my journey. I need to go home to my husband. Have you forgotten that I have a husband now? Hold your compliments to yourself,” I told him sharply.

"Piper! I'm sorry! Please forgive me! I can't live without you!" His cries faded down the hallway until they disappeared completely. … At last, the room fell silent—just William and me. He came to my bedside, gently wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes. His voice softened to a whisper. "It's over, Piper. He won't bother you again." I shook my head and leaned into William's chest. This time, I couldn't hold back the tears. Not because I was sad, but because I had finally seen the truth of what that relationship really was. And for the first time, I felt free enough to let it go completely.

“You want to marry her? While I’m still your wife?” He didn’t answer. His silence was louder than any words. I laughed softly, even though tears were burning my eyes. “You’re joking, right?” He looked down, avoiding my gaze. “I’m serious.” I took a step back. “So that’s what all this has been about? All the nights you didn’t come home? The calls you answered while I was talking to you? You’ve been planning to leave me for her?” His jaw tightened. “Celeste, this isn’t about you. She’s dying. I owe her that much. After she’s gone, she’ll promise to remarry you, I still love you”

I reached out, my hand grabbing his neck as I pulled him close to me for a kiss, if this was going to be the last time we saw each other, I guess this was the way to say goodbye. He kissed me as if his life depended on it. And me? I took everything that he had to offer. “I am sorry that it has to be like this,” I whispered against his lips. He pulled back, “Go home to your husband,” he said in a calm tone. I didn’t like how the word sounded on his lips. didn’t like the way he said husband. I closed the car door hand me as I walked towards the airport, ‘don’t look back, don’t think about him.’ I forced myself to think those words. Because if I looked back, if I turned to see him one more time

"Cleopatra? " The guy sat across me and he luckily saw Ava and smiled. "Hi . " " That's all you're going to say , after all this time is ; hi? " I nodded and winced "Yes what else do you want me to say?" " I'm sorry for leaving again without saying goodbye again ." " I was hurt and my husband thought I was dead . Part of my memory was gone . " "I'm sorry for what happened and for your loss . " I wiped a tear that had escaped from my eye and took a deep breath.

I don’t want him to see me cry. "Derek, do you mind, if I say 'Goodbye' alone?" "Sure, no problem." I don’t turn to look as I hear him leave quietly. I wait until I heard the truck door shut before I talk. I tell J.B. that I have named him for his father and that I’m sorry that his life was short. I tell him to say hi to his father for me and that I miss them both. I think about how beautiful he probably he would have been. I smile as I relay to him that he probably would have been as handsome as his father. That though brings me a little sorrow as I realize again that I will never see my husband. I let out an uncontrollable sob. After I regain control, I tell him about Derek and ask him to

So, to make it easier for him to move on, without hesitation I replied, "I didn't walk away, Killan. You let me go. Always remember that your reasons were noble. Don't chase after me if the time isn't right. If circumstances suggest that we can't be together yet, or if we can no longer be together, and you find yourself missing me, remember that it was not me who walked away; it was you who let me go." He reached out and gently cupped my face in his warm and trembling hands. Tears streamed down his cheeks. He tried to smile, but his heartache was too profound for his lips to manage. And then, for one last time, his lips met mine. It was a kiss that held tenderness and passion, a kiss that co

she insisted. I shook my head. “Did you really think I didn’t want this?” I asked her. She opened her mouth to say something but no sound came out. “Goodbye, Nic. I’ll see you later.” “I’ll talk to you later,” she said as the elevator door closed behind me. I exited the building and hailed a cab. There, in the backseat, with only the cab driver as company, I lost it. I cried my heart out. *** The new Mr. and Mrs. Bryan Bryans! I heard the host announce excitedly. I held on to my new husband’s arm happily.