Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I want to apologize for what happened today. I don't want to continue being a problem for you and the husband you have chosen. Even though it hurts, I have to accept that I have lost you and that our lives are meant to be separated." "Your husband must be furious, even your aunt, as her look wasn't so friendly. She wanted to kill me with the knife she was holding." What? My aunt would never commit murder, even if he deserved it. "I'm leaving, as it's clear that I don't have permission to see you again, not when your husband should be with you now. I'm leaving you my number, just in case you ever want to see me without wanting to escape from me." "Goodbye."

“Ungrateful much? My husband barely lasts three minutes. We haven’t even started and he’s already finished—it’s depressing.” “Some suffer from drought, some from flood. Count your blessings.” “Been married ten years. No sparks left. He talks a big game but collapses in two minutes.” “If you don’t want him, send him my way. I’m starting to grow cobwebs.” Ava stared at the screen, horrified. She rubbed her temples and typed again. “I’m serious.” This time, the tone of the replies shifted. “Okay but… what direction do I bow in to meet a husband like yours?”

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!"

“You were there for me when no one else was. You knew me in ways no one else did. We shared so much together, not just as husband and wife, but as friends, as partners in everything. And even after everything, you were still my Matthew. The one who understood me.” I took a breath, my heart aching. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to that. To you. But I’ll try to honor the memory of who you were to me—my best friend, my partner. You’re gone, but you’ll always be a part of me.” I stepped back from the podium, feeling the weight of those final words, knowing that this was my goodbye—not just to the man I once loved, but to the person who had been a part of my life for so long.

her husband asked Aubrey with a smile. Her friend smiled sweetly. “Sure,” Aubrey replied, standing up. Her husband sat beside her, took her hand, and pressed it to his face. Moments later, she felt his lips gently touch her skin. “I’ll miss you, Sweetie. I feel a bit strange right now. I don’t feel like leaving you, my love. It feels like it will be a long time before we see each other again,” he said, staring at her with sadness etched on his face.

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

“Wow! Husband to be you say? Oh, so what happens to your legally married husband and son who have abandoned you for God knows how long?” Caleb and his mother's eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped in awe. “What!” He yelled. “What the heck are you talking about, cheap liar? You don't know what you're talking about!” Pearl uttered and her facial expressions changed totally. However, I laughed to my satisfaction and my heart filled with joy. “Wow! I'm a cheap liar! That's okay.” “Caleb, I've had enough of your ex-wife! I want her out of here!” Pearl said angrily.

That day, I walked dozens of miles alone. By the time I got home, the blisters on my feet had bled through my shoes. Honestly, I should’ve known even then. Vincenzo was a selfish and fickle man. He would never settle down with anyone. Thinking of that, I left a comment under Sienna’s video: [Wishing you both a long, happy marriage—and a child soon.] Not long after, Sienna deleted the video. Then I received a call from Vincenzo, demanding answers.

"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.

His younger twin, Ryan Lockheart, scrolled through his phone and said, "Mom, everyone's complimenting you! They're saying Ethan must be lying—you look like our sister, not our mom." Ethan laughed. "They're not wrong. Mom's a natural beauty. If she wasn't the CEO of a company, she could've been an international superstar." Watching my sons tease me, I felt comforted and unexpectedly a little teary-eyed. 18 years earlier, my husband, Charles Lockheart, had died in a fire along with his secretary. He had left behind two illegitimate sons and a mountain of chaos. The business problems were manageable. After all, my family and the Lockhearts were prominent families in Westbrook. But the two kids…