Novel & Cerita My Husband Dumped Me For His Blind Crush

“What!” “Rosemary!” A voice boomed. When I looked up, I saw Max lumbering down the stairs. He came to his mother’s side, shaking his head at me. “What… do you mean that the wedding cannot hold? It’s less than two weeks away.” Hardening my heart against the woman’s sad expression, I said, “I am already married. I got married to my husband after I was dumped nearly four years ago.” “What?” Susan gasped and looked at Max. “Son, is it true? Did you know about this?”

In the scuffle, she scratched my skin, leaving a few bloody marks While safeguarding the thermos with one hand, I used the other one to protect my belly. "I'm Grady's first love," came her response. "When I went abroad to study, he promised he'd wait for me. I had no idea he was already married. So, who are you to think you can replace me?" So, she was Melissa Angeles, the lover Grady had when he studied abroad. She pushed me so hard that I fell to the ground, the thermos rolling away beside me. I was just inches away from tumbling down the stairs, so I reached for the banister.

… By the time I was settled in my own apartment, it was already 3:00 am. I curled up on the couch, exhausted, and unlocked my phone. Right on top of the trending list was a photo of Simon carrying Angela into a hotel. The articles read, "Domineering CEO's True Love", "Rising Supermodel Angela Stewart's Relationship Exposed", and "Angela Stewart Really Is Simon Jensen's True Love". I remembered the day I married Simon. He'd been drunk out of his mind and kept calling Angela's name in our bridal suite. Back then, I figured that everyone probably had someone they couldn't quite let go of. He did, and so did I. So what right did I have to demand so much from him?

I thought he would look at me and realize how cruel he had been. But he did not. Instead, he turned toward Liliana. “Come inside,” he said quietly. Liliana glanced at me once before she nodded. Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the cabin. Neither of them looked back. I stood there alone, humiliated and abandoned by my husband. The lake breeze brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My husband had chosen another woman, not only that. He had finally said what everyone else had been whispering from the beginning.

Instead, he gives a gentle smile before saying, "She has been cheating on me for years and wanted to kill me. But their plan backfired and killed each other!" "What?" she gasps, covering her mouth. Her eyes glint with concern and disbelief, pupils widening. Her voice is barely audible, cracked by the whirlwind of confusion and empathy. "I saw your wife loving a lot!" "When?" he asks, his eyes locked on her. His voice is calm, but there’s a flicker of something darker beneath it as he watches her body shaking. "That party. You two were so close. I felt bad that I got a crush on a married man. That's disgusting!" she whispers to herself, the last two sentences nearly choked out by a mix of tea

BEATRICE: I laughed bitterly while wiping my stupid tears. "And now you're blackmailing me? Suppose that those pictures are true, you won't even give me a chance? You just grab this opportunity to be out of the marriage." "You are right. I don't want to sleep with a woman who’s not even clean." His words felt like a dagger plunged into my chest. As much as I could remember, he was the only man who touched me. I never knew my husband could be this cruel. After everything that I sacrificed for him? He would just leave me like this?

Callista I realized I was going blind the same night my husband married another woman. Unfortunately, I didn’t know that yet, all I knew was that my vision had suddenly turned to shit. The glossy black nails in front of my face looked like smeared shadows instead of the flawless manicure I’d paid a ridiculous amount for. The restroom floor tilted slightly beneath my heels, and the expensive marble sink beside me felt like the only thing keeping me upright. “What the fuck…” I muttered. Then someone started banging hard on the door. “Hello?! Is somebody in there?!”

"Well, one of two things has happened. Either you're about to get dumped, or he's dead. Either way, flowers will be involved." Blair sighed when she heard the shocked gasp from the other end of the phone, the scotch warming her veins, and loosening her tongue. "Look, Claire, let's be honest. He's not marriage material. Find someone new." She didn't wait for a reply, just hung up and dropped the receiver back into place. She collapsed back onto the Chesterfield, lifting the bottle to her lips again. Her own problems resurfaced to haunt her. How was she so blind? How did she not pick up on the signs? She wasn't an idiot. Dan was a salesman. He had sold her the dream of happily ever after. She

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.

It was signed six months before I even met Blake. The message at the bottom of the photo read: "He never intended to let you go, Olivia. Look at the price they put on your head." I looked at the number on the page and realized my entire marriage was a lie. I wasn't a wife, I was an investment, and the man sleeping next to me had already sold me to someone else before we even said I do. I sat up slowly, my body still aching from the sex. I looked at Blake. He looked so peaceful,