My Husband Dumped Me For His Blind Crush Novels & Stories

“Hmmm. Seems like someone has a crush on my husband.” “You’re talking nonsense.” “You said it yourself—he’s rich, handsome, powerful. The way your eyes sparkle when you talk about him? That tells me everything.” “You clearly married him for money.” “That’s not why I married Draven,” I say firmly. “Then what’s the reason?” “Love.” “I bet he’s cheating on you.” “I know your boyfriend is cheating on you. He’s been eyeing every woman who walks past, and I’m sure he’s slept with most of them.”

- Trembling, Emily looked up at Steve, her eyes brimming with tears as he laughed at her condition. "You are just a slut," he spat out, the words like venom dripping from his tongue. "My slut! Put this inside your little brain," he continued, his voice dripping with contempt, "or I should engrave it so you'll never forget."Her husband's words were like daggers, suffocating her with his cruel taunts echoed in her mind.

The studio finally returned to silence. I awkwardly apologized to everyone. "Sorry for startling you all." Kyle scoffed. "It looks like your ex-husband isn't much of a man. He's unfaithful, and he's got violent tendencies." "I guess my taste in men wasn't great back then." I had a fiancé who dumped me for money and Samuel, who treated me like a breeding mule. Kyle tilted his head. "And what about now?" I looked at him, confused.

“If I remember correctly, you told me you were waiting for that boy you had a crush on to reciprocate your love so you could get married and settle down.” I groan. This is the third person to mention Alec today. Why is it always like that? The more you try to avoid someone, the more their names keep popping up everywhere. “I know, but I gave up when he got himself a girlfriend,” I answer truthfully. “That’s so sad; you were madly in love with him. How could he not see how pure your love was? Men are such blind fools. My husband was the same too.”

The realization was like a knife to my heart, twisting deeper with every picture I scrolled through. I was sure my husband had another woman, and that was probably the reason he wanted a divorce. The pictures of him with that mysterious woman, her back turned to the camera, only fueled my suspicions. The weight of it all was too much. I closed my laptop, the images of Zeke burned into my mind, and I collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with sobs. The reality of my failed marriage and Zeke’s cold dismissal hit me harder than ever.

He could no longer lie to himself, so he snuck off to another private hospital to get the most complete checkup. The results were cruel. He had azoospermia. His sperm was barely alive, and his chances of naturally impregnating someone was so close to zero, it was negligible. The report crushed Matthew's whole world. He charged back home like a man driven by madness. The first thing he did was wrap his hand around Rochelle's neck, and he started throttling. His eyes were ablaze and red with rage. He demanded, "Who's that bastard's father?" The chokehold was strangling Rochelle, and she flailed her arms as she tried to get away.

"It is a nice car. Though I'd think you'd recognize your own." "I--" She cleared her throat, "--may have assumed the police impounded it after I... abandoned it." "Tsk." He ran a hand along the hood. "What kind of husband would let his wife's assets disappear?" The word husband wrapped around her like cigar smoke--thick, suffocating, expensive. She willed her traitorous blush away. "Don't pretend. There's no audience here." "Darling," he murmured, closing the distance, "the world's always watching." His gaze dipped to her scraped knee. "Though I'm more concerned about this... my dear wife, you seem to be hurt."

The police officer told me that the driver was Benedict Dunn, a man from a tiny town in Hunton. I kept the name in mind. That day, I filed for a change in marital status. Fortunately, Hank did not own any assets. All the property I owned, including the house and the car, was acquired before our marriage. Ironically, I should thank his deceitful affection. Hank was at the lowest point of his career and love life when I first met him. His startup went under, wiping out his savings and ruining him financially. Even his old flame, Claudia, left him and went abroad.

It turned out he had been laying the groundwork all along, hoping our shared history would soften my heart and make me let Paige off the hook. I felt utterly disappointed in him. I threw my juice right in his face with a splash and then dumped the sauce over his head. "Dominic, thank you for repeatedly demonstrating that pitying a man only leads to unhappiness. Consider this my official notice: I'm filing for divorce. You'll walk away with nothing while your little mistress faces the consequences," I said. "You both should have been living a life of hardship from the start and now it's time for you to return to the lives you deserve!"

Her curiosity was written all over her face. I swallowed before answering, my thoughts going back—back to the day everything fell apart. The day I learned my ten-year marriage was nothing but a farce. The day I walked into my own home expecting to surprise my darling husband, only to find another woman in charge of my house. Only to be kicked out of my own house. To find out that my husband had another family. To feel myself break, piece by piece. “That was the day I met Marcus,” I said quietly. “And he has never let me down since then. Not ever.”