My Husband Dumped Me For His Blind Crush Novels & Stories

She often invited me over to their place. I fell completely for Calvin, who was charming and a total gentleman. He felt sorry for me, an orphan who'd been through so much, and was drawn to my kind and understanding nature. Eventually, my feelings won him over, and we got married. His career was taking off at the time, so we didn't have a wedding. After we married, he took me to a meadow and slid a ring onto my finger, his eyes full of tenderness. "Clare, I'll take care of you for life, cherish you, and love only you," he said.

There was no need for it. “Who wants a cripple for a husband?” I constantly asked myself. My ex Whitney did not even wait for me to be out of coma before she dumped me. She obviously wanted someone better than an invalid. Our relationship, in the first place, was not one based on true love, even though I at some point began to feel attracted to her and may even have been able to tell myself that I was in love with her. Still I knew it wasn't true love. What we had Was a business plan, one that would link both families.

“Don’t be.” Deep down inside me, something had broken forever. I hated the fact that I had not shown my face regularly in the office and only a few members of the staff knew me. My husband had seen an opening and used that opportunity to give my flowers and accolades to a slut he had hired. An hour later, Daniel was drunk with both wine and excitement. His tie hung loose and he could barely finish his sentences. He laughed too loudly, interrupting investors mid-sentence. “You know what the real secret is?” he slurred, gripping a man’s shoulder. “Confidence. You just....” He nearly lost his balance.

What it feels like to be held down and chosen. Mark has ruined me. He ruined me with his hands and his voice and his absolute certainty, and now I am sitting across from my husband, dressed beautifully, trying and failing to want what I'm supposed to want. As if the universe wants me to be so unlucky his phone brightens on the table. He takes a quick glance before meeting my face. "I'm so sorry love.” I open my mouth but he's already reaching for his jacket. "It's the Singapore deal. I have to take this."

Glass shattered and caught the light on its way down, glittering like the fireworks Mom used to take me to see when I was little. "The deal's off. Harrington Corp is done with the Bennett Group. Permanently." I was completely, irrevocably gone. From that day on, everyone in Chicago knew — the Harrington heir had someone he'd burn the world down for. The day we were old enough, he dragged me to city hall and we got our marriage license. But after the wedding, the doctors told me that the years of overwork had likely left me unable to have children. The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

“Don’t dress it up now.” He nodded slowly. “You’re right.” His shoulders sagged. “I was lost,” he said. “Completely. I didn’t even know who I really loved when I pushed you out of my life.” Her jaw tightened. “You didn’t push me out,” she corrected. “You chased me out.” That hit harder but it was the fact. “I made the biggest mistake of my life,” he whispered. Tears welled in his eyes. “Do you know what it felt like,” she asked quietly, “to realize your husband was happier hurting you than fixing things?”

Besides, let's not pretend you don't know who the 'shameless bastards' are. I shot him a meaningful look. His face turned beet red, his anger barely contained. "You—" "By the way, I've already filed a divorce lawsuit. Whether you like it or not, this marriage is over. You don't get a say." With that, I took Shawn's hand and walked away without looking back. Despite Eanes screaming like a banshee behind me, I treated his wails as nothing more than background noise. … I hadn't expected to see the trending topic on Twitter when I woke up the next morning.

“I gave you a chance. You were not only stubborn, but also likes to pretend to be pitiful as well. Let’s give each other some room. You disappoint me.” Listening to Harry’s words, my lips curved into a sneer. It seemed that he still thought my miscarriage was a fake. After being married for seven years, he still didn’t trust me. I took out a medical report from my pocket and passed it to him. “The child in my womb is now gone because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

She barked, her chest heaving like she had just run a marathon, and I watched her. It was useless arguing that Davy had hardly a nickname. That it was a meaningless dance just for show, but she opened her mouth again, not at all through. “Do you know how embarrassing it is to see your husband so taken by another that he couldn’t even feel you?” She asked, her words gutting me. “You have said you could spot me anywhere in a crowd, yet you were so fucking blind to it, but that wasn’t even worse. It was the fact that I had to see my husband drive her home, spending hours with her, and then he comes back home, lying in your face?