Novel & Cerita Goodbye Husband

Open up your eyes and read this properly! I then took out my invitation card and threw it in her face. However, Claudia didn't even bother looking at it. Meanwhile, Levi had also crawled his way over, speaking in a meek voice, "I'm sorry, Ms. Evans. My wife is from the countryside and is a little cuckoo in the head. "She thinks I'm seeing other women behind her back and keeps making huge scenes like this. I'll take her away at once! I won't let her crash your son's celebration!"

"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.

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.

The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom. Charlene breathed slowly, she glanced at the woman beside her. She took a sip of champagne and smiled at Charlene. “You're beautiful–” Charlene didn't pivot her head to look at the woman beside her, she thought she couldn't be talking to her. She was still looking around when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. “You come with your husband?” Puzzlingly, she parted her lips. “Um, no. I came with my dad.” She answered nervously.

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

It had been three years since he died, three years since the accident that had taken him away from me—and three years since his heart had been given to Sebastian. Sebastian. My husband. I married him for Matthew’s heart. At least, that’s how it started. I told myself I needed to be close to Sebastian because of Matthew's heart to have something of his. But somewhere along the way, things changed. I changed. I fell in love with Sebastian. The thought made me smile softly, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering. It didn’t erase the memories of Matthew, but now I felt better thinking about him; I didn't feel like crying.

Standing on the wedding stage, I raised one hand in farewell to Julian. Goodbye to my ex-husband. Goodbye to my failed three-year marriage. Goodbye to the years I had wasted loving the wrong man. From that day forward, every road ahead of me was open. The End.

Kim hissed, draining the entirety of her glass, and I looked at the direction she was staring at. The urge to roll my eyes was so strong when I saw Margaret still cuddled up with her son, my husband. The woman had no boundaries, and if it were still possible for her to still breastfeed him, she would be willing. “She is only saying goodbye to her son?” I said in her defense, but Kim's brows shot up, not at all believing me, and we both burst out laughing. “Hale has left home since college; she needs to let him go at this point.” She slurred, rolling her eyes, and she held out a hand, hailing a server to come, but I held her arms firmly.

Knowing that it might take a while for the doctor to arrive, Tilly walks forth, putting a hand on Henry’s shoulder, she utters in a dismaying tone, “Say your goodbyes, Henry.” Upon hearing this, the man moves his neck to face her and with his eyebrows puckered together in annoyance, he exclaims, “what the hell are you talking about, Tilly? You are her friend…don’t say this.” Henry is in a denial, he shakes his head like a man who is so in love with his wife and not wanting to let her go. Squeezing her hand tightly, he is not planning to let go of her and he presumes that holding her hand might save her from sinking fast. Then, Tilly’s husband Ethan walks forth, giving a support to his friend

On the shore, my in-laws were also calling for help as they urged me to get out of the water. However, their expressions were calm—far too calm. That was when it all clicked—I had been so foolish in my past life! They weren't worried about my safety. They just didn't want me to ruin Dylan's fake death plan. They knew everything! I had been so proud of myself for saving my husband's life, only to have that scumbag run off with his first love to start a new life abroad. A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water.