Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

I had less than a week to live. Just two days ago, this news would have sent me spiraling, but now, it felt like yet another heartbreaking news of many. “Is there anyone you’d like to call to be here with you right now?” “Scott. My husband,” I replied automatically, cringing when I realized how eager that’d sounded. I glared at the wall as the doctor dialed the number I’d given him, and pinched the back of my fingers quietly to distract myself from the creeping pain in my abdomen while he introduced himself to my husband.

How could I feel nothing as life and death separated us? “Marco, this time, it really is goodbye.” With the Don dead, chaos erupted around the room. I reached into Marco’s jacket, took the key, unlocked my handcuffs, and walked out without looking back. Now, I was truly free, and I would live my life, just like I had promised. I returned to the research base and never remarried. Love was a riddle with no solution. I had seen it myself. For the rest of my life, there would only be science and the distant horizons waiting ahead.

She was simply content with the situation and couldn't be bothered to change. Angela, who had always been so proud, lowered her head and pleaded, "Ronald, can you not leave?" For a moment, I seemed to see the girl from ten years ago, crying in my arms because her family favored sons over daughters. Back then, I used to comfort her gently and swear that I would be her strongest support. But over those nine years of marriage, we had already drifted apart. "Angela, let's part on good terms," I said. Angela bit her lip and stayed silent.

A broken laugh escaped through my sobs. "And whose fault is that?" I managed weakly. "You spoiled me." His lips curved into the faintest smile. "I suppose... I did.” “Dad,meet my husband to be Zane Jones”

she whispered. "Boss, we are running late." Hugh told Jordan. He finally release his wife and made his farewell to his wife. Alina look out of the window and wave at her husband before he get inside the car that will separate them for an indefinite time, a trip that was supposed to take only a few days but takes almost forever.

“Say what you need to say.” But what was there to say? I’m sorry I was a shit husband? I’m sorry I didn’t love you the way I should? I’m sorry I spent your last days alive thinking about your sister? I leaned down and pressed a kiss to Helena’s forehead. “Goodbye,” I whispered. The word felt wrong, inadequate. Everything felt wrong. I straightened, squared my shoulders, and turned away from my wife’s body. Mom took my arm as we walked out, her grip tight, like she was afraid I might collapse.

She managed to talk with her cracked voice. "Don't say that please, stay for me Helen. I love you, I cannot live without you. You are my only reason am sane, my life will be miserable without you. Please don't do this." Her husband cried. "Look baby, I can't argue too much, I am wea, I can feel it, my body is shutting down slowly, I can feel it too. Am in pains so just make it easy for me. Please baby promise me, when am gone, please, marry my best friend, both of you will take care of my twins. Do it for me baby. It's my last wish."

I'm fine with what he said to make my sadness disappear from my face. When he got home, he immediately said goodbye to go to the office. I can't do anything because I know that he doesn't say goodbye to ask for my consent. He said goodbye so he could leave the house and tease me again. I let him leave the house, but a few seconds ago I thought of following him. I want to know if what my husband is saying is really true. I went to his office to sneak a peek at him. But when I arrived at the lobby, I was immediately blocked by his secretary.

I lost sight of the displayed antics in their house, just like big and small vases, picture frames and a ship inside a glass bottle. "They're gone?" I repeated what he said and he nodded. I immediately understood what he meant. Suddenly, I feel so sad for him. It can hurt lose a loved one. "Hubby." I called her and came to hug her around the waist. He immediately rubbed my back repeatedly. "It's been ten years, Wife. It's okay." I looked up and when our eyes met, I immediately tiptoed so that our lips touched. I also immediately separated from him. They say we're going to celebrate and not make love, that's why we're here. :3

Chester's mother pressed her ear to the breathing mask on my face, listening intently to my final words. "Mrs. Morrison," I whispered. "I never want to see him again." She nodded, her expression dark and grim. "I've heard about what happened at the wedding. Don't worry, I'll deal with that ungrateful son of mine—" I shook my head and interrupted her, "That doesn't matter anymore. My grandmother was gone too." "What? H-how could this happen?" She froze in disbelief, her tear-filled eyes wide with shock. Her voice broke as tears streamed down her face.