Goodbye Husband Novels & Stories

“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?”

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."

"I'm not trying to compete with you. A wife having to argue with another woman over who's more loved is ridiculous enough already." "He stopped being the Liam whose whole world revolved around me a long time ago. My husband is gone. I have no interest in spending my life with a man who lives a double life." "You should go. And please don't come looking for me again."

“Thank you, “ Conor speaks up so that everyone can hear him. He looks drunk, but not too drunk. Max walks towards Dominic but now it’s too late to stop Conor. He is already speaking. “Thank you all for being here, “ Conor says and points at Grandfather Richard, who is sitting in the corner, Violet is next to him. “Especially to my dearest Grandfather. As you all know, Violet and I got married a few years ago. “ Oh, no… I keep chanting when I realize what he is going to do. Violet looks terrified as Conor goes on. “But we are no longer together. “ Conor says and everyone exclaims. “Yes, we are divorced now. I signed the papers recently. “ The murmurs are coming from everywhere. Even the staf

The uproar from the crowd grew louder and louder. Hayden's hesitant expression gradually turned firm. Just then, Ethan took out the divorce papers he had prepared earlier and threw them in my face. "Sign it! I don't have a wife like you! Your actions today make you unworthy of the Blackwood family! From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other! Your parents treated me like their own son while they were alive. I'll handle their funerals. You don't need to worry about it!"

"It's all thanks to his gold-digging ex-wife who abandoned him that I got to meet such a wonderful man." Ex-wife? Gold-digging? My fingers tightened around the glass. "Your husband… was married before?" "Mhm." Chloe pouted, her expression immediately filling with contempt. "I heard his ex-wife was an incredibly greedy woman." "She took all his savings and ran off with some lowlife. No one has heard from her since." "They didn't even finalize the divorce." "My husband feels bad about it, so to make it up to me, he's willing to buy me anything and everything."

Because it was probably true. Their marriage hadn't failed because they hated each other. It had failed because they stopped seeing each other. Stopped listening. Stopped growing. For years, they had lived beside one another. Not with one another. A subtle difference. A devastating one. Sebastian looked toward her. "We were good at appearances." "Very good." "Too good." Lena laughed softly. "Definitely too good." For the first time that evening, the tension eased. Just a little. Across the hall, Rebecca sat alone on her bed.

I never thought he’d break my heart. Why wasn’t I enough for him? “Isa…” “Let’s end things peacefully, Adrian. Let’s not make the end of our marriage bitter.” “Mhmm. Okay. Goodbye then.” “Goodbye, Adrian.” At the sound of the beep, I fought back a sob.

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

“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 reaBng the same conclusion I have.