I Left My Husband Without Hesitation Novel Novels & Stories

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

Compared to Eliana, the woman Lorenzo had grown up with, my love barely even existed to him. I went to the study, opened my laptop, and unlocked a hidden folder. There was only one file inside—my divorce agreement. If it weren't for Luna, my pride would've made me send it ages ago. But she deserved a whole family, and I wanted to try one last time to keep it together for her. … At 10:00 am, the man in charge of the heir assessment called me. He kept stumbling over his words, like every sentence hurt to say.

His face was dark with anger as he said, “Emily, when did you become this jealous? You really disappoint me.” With that, he turned and left, giving me nothing but the cold line of his back. I watched him walk away without hesitation, and a chill slowly spread through my chest. Jealous? I sniffed and tried to hold back my tears, but the bitterness still seeped through every inch of me. In the eight years I had been married to Nathan, I had given everything I had. I stayed by his side when he started Nathan’s company from nothing. I built that life with him piece by piece.

Mildred called casually from behind me, “Roman left for New York this afternoon. Not sure when he’ll be back.” My fingers froze on the door handle. So my husband had left the country without a word to me. No heads-up, no courtesy, not even a dry text. Meanwhile, I couldn’t step outside the gate without turning security into a national alert. Gazing at the darkening sky, a weariness settled within me. So this is my life now: locked doors, silent breakfasts, and a husband who travels the world without saying a single word to me. How exactly am I supposed to survive this marriage?

I was trying to survive the traces of the toxic relationship we had, and I wasn’t going to let anyone defend him. I shouted, “I loved him, Lucas. I loved my husband with all of my heart.” One tear betrayed me and landed on my cheek as I said, “Even though he was dark, vicious, and sadistic, I loved him.” I hit my chest with my fist, “This stupid heart loved him more than life.” “I was just a little dirty secret in his life,” I continued with sobs. Then I stared into his eyes, “Do you know how we got married? We married because of money and benefits, because of a stupid will and no one ever knew about that marriage.”

I said while looking everywhere but him. He walked away from me and to my surprise he said " leave ". He don't have to tell me twice . Because I am mote desperate to leave then he thinks. I left his office as fast as I can . I entered my room and locked the doors . I curled up on the floor and started crying. All the bravery that I mustered and all the drama I showed. I want him to love me ! He is my husband but has he ever considered me his wife ? What are you doing God ? .

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind? I felt nothing but disgust when I heard that. Lucas was my husband, yet he wanted to sleep with another woman, have a child with her, and somehow expect me to agree to it and support them. Also, Cecilia's so-called wish was to sleep with Lucas and lose her virginity? Who did he think he was fooling? At that moment, I lost all attachment to this relationship.

I'm sorry for assuming you were lying? I'm sorry for making you cry almost every day since we got married? I couldn't say any of that. Because I still didn't know if it was true. If she was really innocent or if this was all part of some elaborate plan. But I knew one thing. That aunt of hers was never coming back here. Bree's POV I stayed on the stairs for a long time after Mike left. My whole body felt numb. Like I'd been hollowed out and filled with ice.

And I had closed a dark chapter of my life. When I turned my phone back on, the screen instantly filled with over 99 unread messages and missed calls. All from Liam. But for the first time… I didn’t rush to read a single one. I stood silently at the doorstep, gazing at the yard that once felt familiar—now… it felt like a stranger’s. In my hand, the manuscript I had written over the past four days was tightly held—a silent witness to those quiet days in the hospital. Four days without a single warm message from my husband or child. Only dozens of missed calls from Liam… that came when everything was already nearly too late.