Husband Fell Out Of Love Novels & Stories

Hearing my husband’s spoiled, affectionate tone, a wave of sweetness surged in my heart. Hanging up the phone, I led my daughter to the lounge. But before I could even open the door, I heard ambiguous panting coming from inside at the entrance. I carefully pushed the door open, only to find Killian and Vivienne locked in a tight, passionate embrace on the sofa. I hurriedly covered my daughter's eyes and ears. Killian, embarrassed and enraged, grabbed a tea cup at hand and hurled it at me, "Who let you in? Is this a place a beggar like you can just waltz into? This isn't any place for the beggar like you to be."

After some time, he regained his senses and explaining slowly, “Yes…We got married, and I was happy with her.” His voice was heavy, filled with pain. He looked ahead and added, “But the happiness didn’t last long. Someone created a misunderstanding between us, and she ran away from me.” Tears burned his eyes. He hung his head down and wiped the tears away from the corner of his eyes, “It was all my mistake. I shouldn’t have doubted her. I should have trusted her.” His voice died when he said the last sentence. “That someone is Daniel. Am I right?” Dr. Valentine asked in a frenzy. His eyes were as sharp as a blade devoid of emotions.

"What kind of relationship did they have?" "What kind of husband doesn't care when his wife disappears?" Mark muttered. Their words wrapped around my ghost like chains, heavy with truth. Mark would worry about a stranger's corpse but never spared a thought for his missing wife. When Emma had first returned to town, he had dropped everything to help her settle in. But now he suspected my disappearance was just another trick to get his attention. Perhaps I should never have married him. This was Emma's place in his heart, not mine. The love that should have been mine had already been given to her years ago.

Videos of their fights quickly went viral online. “You ruined everything, you wretch! Even my deal with Mr. Lee fell through because of you! And who do you think you are? Do you think you’re a trophy wife? You’re just a slut everyone’s had a go at, and you still think I’d marry you? Maybe in your next life! “I can’t believe I divorced Janice for trash like you. This is the biggest mistake of my life.” Wynne, dressed in a tattered wedding gown, stubbornly tried to shove the dead fetus into Michael’s hands.

“You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed” A pan of guilt hit me, I didn’t know he’d be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn’t how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn’t kiss me in the mornings before he went t

Henry continued, "I can give you time to calm down, to heal. You can vent, yell at me, or even hurt me here if you need to. But no one else can separate us." "Henry, you've been just as ruthless over the years." "Yvonne, please, believe me. I truly love you. Come back, and we can have our own children. We can find happiness together." "Do you know, Henry, the biggest regret of my life is falling in love with you? I'm thankful to you and Cynthia. You both made me realize how foolish I was, though it was a painful process... But fortunately, I'm awake now." "Yvonne..." Henry's tone suddenly softened.

“You haven’t been married too long have you? Wait until you have been together as long as me and my husband, you will be lost without one another but sick of one another all at the same time! Such is love.” Lukas smiled awkwardly. “I guess so. Anyway…” his words were fading as I began to walk away, not wanting to hear another word from him. He was married? The man I had been falling for… the man who had been allowing me to believe he had been falling for me too, had a wife? And a new one at that? I needed to get away…

“Honey, Wanda and her son suffered severe emotional trauma in that unfortunate marriage. Be kinder and stop making things difficult for them.” I was making things difficult for them? It turned out that one would laugh if one were utterly speechless. I looked at the man I had been married to for nearly ten years and, for the first time, I felt he was like a stranger to me. “Koah, I’ll ask you one last time. Do you only feel nothing but sympathy toward Wanda and her son?” Without the slightest hesitation, Koah raised his hand and swore to me. “Honey, I swear to you that I feel nothing else!”

She scrambled out of bed and threw herself onto the floor, locking her arms around Chad's legs. "No! It's just because I love you too much! I was jealous that Caitlin got to have your baby! I couldn't control myself, Chad! Please forgive me just this once! You told me before that no matter what I did wrong, you'd always protect me!" Chad looked down at the woman he had favored for an entire year. A sudden wave of nausea hit him. For the sake of this lying murderer, he had stripped away any chance of survival for his wife and child.

Then her voice returned, low and bitter and cracking beneath the weight of betrayal. “Wow,” she breathed, followed by a hollow laugh that chilled me straight to the bone. “You really are. You’ve fallen for her. My husband—the man who once told me he couldn’t live without me—is in love with a slut.” I closed my eyes. Her words sliced clean.