I Married A Sick Husband Novels & Stories

Milo sighed in relief, and his face practically screamed, “See? I just knew she was lying.” He exchanged a glance with the creditors, and after the latter received his signal, they shouted at me, “Stop lying! If you don’t fork out the money today, nothing you do will work, even calling the president! You’re a married couple, so you have the responsibility to pay what your husband owes! If you don’t, we’ll beat you up just like him! We might even do something else!” “Don’t touch my wife!” Milo shouted at the perfect moment. Since he was such a great actor, he teared up instantly. “We’ve already agreed to a divorce. She has nothing to do with my debts.”

I fled the jet, my heart racing faster than it ever had for Liam. Then 2 PM. I was sitting in the waiting room of the Eastside Women's Clinic. The room smelled of antiseptic and lavender air freshener. It was a scent designed to be calming, but to me, it smelled like despair. I sat in the corner, my sunglasses still on, clutching a crumpled intake form. Reason for termination: The line was blank. How could I explain? My husband is a bigamist. His mistress is carrying his child. I am a pawn in a PR stunt.

As I watched him gradually deviate from the course through the app on my phone, my heart sank. Fortunately, after many twists and turns, I was finally led back to my husband, Edwin Welles’, family home. As I approached the Welles family home, I saw it was decked out with twinkling lights and flowers for a wedding. My heart sank to my stomach. Edwin was their only son, and he had married me long ago. Who in the Welles family was getting married?

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

"I… I wasn't—" He waved his hands helplessly, like a cornered animal. "Piper, please, just let me explain! Evelyn really was sick back then. I thought she was dying. When she came back later, I lost my head. It was a moment of weakness…" "Lost your head? A moment of weakness?" A bitter laugh burst from my throat. "Your moment of weakness was lying to me while sneaking around with her? Your moment of weakness was letting her wear my wedding ring and live in our home? Your moment of weakness was standing there, doing nothing, while she humiliated me?"

I was standing with my husband right in the middle of the road. How did I get here? What sort of mind game is this? I'm starting to believe that I am really crazy. This must really be difficult for my husband. He is married to a crazy woman and even after all this trouble, he is still with me. I started to cry and rub against my eyes. My husband softened on seeing me cry and got closer to me and put his arms around me. "I'm sorry I spoke to you that way Peggy. It's just that things are getting really tough for me. I have to work and still look after you in your condition." Henry explained.

said John. “I’m sorry I discovered it late, John. I was supposed to be there,” explained Mr. Arden. “No, Dad, it’s not your fault. I even understand your decision to marry another woman while Mom is at the mental facility,” added John. “No, John. The whole time that you’re with your grandparent’s house, I was always there for Candy. I didn’t stop being a husband despite everything she did. When she died because of drug overdose, it took me sometime to recover. Yes, she intentionally stole the bottle of antibiotics from the mental facility’s storage room, and took all of those,” Mr. Arden explained.

Although I lived with my husband for 3 weeks it wasn't as fun as I planned it to be. On the day of our departure, my husband felt sick that we couldn't travel that day, he had to make arrangements so that our flight can be rescheduled for the next two days. However, I couldn't sit and watch my husband in that pitiable condition. I had to invite a nurse to attend to him so that his recovery will be quick.

I nodded and absorbed the information. “I wasn’t sure though, so I told my father, after all of these years, he could not get over you—” “I was so worried about you Amber, especially after you went up to that roof, you were never the same, How is your husband?” He asked with a straight face and I almost sobbed. “My husband? My husband is married to someone else, Nathan,” The man’s face crumbled. “Everyone has moved on except us. Everything has changed. But I have a little girl now, she is my entire life,” I added.

I got home and sank onto the living room couch, still too wired to settle down. Mom and Dad read it on my face and came over, worried. I took a deep breath and told them, "Mom, Dad, I'm married." The room went dead quiet. Mom's eyes went wide, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What did you just say? Sylvie, you got married? You just got divorced!" "It's part of my revenge plan. It's just a deal. If it doesn't work, we can end the marriage anytime," I said, then explained the whole thing.