I Married A Sick Husband Novels & Stories

“He did not hurt me. He never laid a hand on me.” “This isn’t right.” She pressed her phone to her ear. “Brother, where are you?” She took a seat next to me and put on the speaker. “My wife is sick.” “Liar. I thought you were better than those thugs. How could you lock your wife alone in an apartment because you two have a misunderstanding? I gave so—” “Maverick, you’re in the apartment?”

"My marriage to Celeste had been falling apart for almost three months. We both knew it was a mistake but our families would not let us leave. It looked really bad and toxic especially when she found someone she truly loved. She started hating me, our cordial friendship gone. I was desperate because I was losing my friend and at the same time my wife but to me, I could lose my wife but not my friend although eventually I lost everything." He paused and then rubbed his face. "My father was sick when it all started," he continued. "Not that he was dying, but sick enough that he needed things to run smoothly at work. He needed the company to look stable and his son to look stable. A married man

There was nothing new today except her story, and if I had known, I wouldn’t have bothered with it. I clicked on it, expecting a photo dump of her free time, but all I got was a flyer for a gala she was attending. I had clicked on the next story, not caring much about it, but something overly familiar caught my eye, and I was tapping back. I had to be wrong; it couldn’t be… But it was, just as I had suspected. They were having a medical gala for gynecologists, and guess who was a fucking host? My husband. The man I was fucking married to, the one that had just made promises to me some days ago.

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

“Why did you leave, pumpkin? I mean, why did you withdraw and imprisoned yourself in your room?” Here it goes. “There was some incurable sickness in our family which only spread among the women. Mom was one of the victims of that sickness so the rest of her family members. When I started to get some symptoms, I got scared that I would leave you. I eman…despite being in a loveless marriage, I also liked you as my husband since you’ve been good to me. I was scared that I would leave this world without getting the chance to know you, Cali.”

They'd better bury the story deep and let it all go by. "Where is your husband now?" I asked. Daliah smiled, "he is dead," said Daliah. I was stunned to feel guilty because I had asked that "oh, I'm sorry," I said. Daliah shook her head, "no, no, no, doesn't matter. But I wanted to tell you this because I want you to learn something. My husband and I got married because of an arranged marriage. But we both agreed with the match and happily married. My husband appreciates me as much as I respect him. When he told me that he was sick and his disease was heart cancer, he asked me one thing. "Daliah sighed deeply.

“Are you listening to me?’ I ask, trying to keep my voice calm, and placing my hands on his desk. “It’s over, “ I say, “I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. “ Conor finally looks up at me, bright blue eyes- almost the same as mine - fixing upon me. “I am not signing this, Violet, “ He says, “You know that. “ He sounds indifferent. He doesn’t even care what I am saying to him. “Listen, Conor…” I clench my teeth and force myself to take a breath. “I agreed to this marriage only because I needed the money at the time. We both know this marriage was never meant to work out. “ I finally admit what I should have said a very long time ago. “I don’t want this, “

I chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, something I hadn’t felt in what seemed like ages. “Your mom’s in the hospital,” I continued, my voice quieter now. “But she’s going to be fine. She’ll be back tomorrow, and then…” I paused, struggling to get the words out. “Then we’ll get married. We’ll be a family. You, me, and her. It’s what she wants—to see us happy together before…” I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. “Before she goes.”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo