Romans & histoires My Husband Dumped Me For His Blind Crush

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.

Sylvia, perfect in her glittering dress, leaned into him, her eyes gleaming. I had been unconscious for only two days, and in that time, my husband—no, my ex-husband—had engaged another. My throat tightened, and my vision blurred. I had loved him. Defended him. Given him everything. And he had discarded me like a broken ornament. Anger rose slow and clean through the fog of shock. My hands trembled as I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my ribs, forcing a gasp from my lips. I wanted to scream, to throw something, but all I could do was stare at that screen until the image burned into me.

“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?”

I stepped forward,trying to use my sense of hearing to detect his exact location but I heard nothing over the loud pounding of my heart. “ The fucker clearly just dumped you….what more humiliation do you want? He's with another woman, isn't he?” His voice came from the right and I turned in the direction it came. His words hit me like a boulder but I refused to accept the fact.“ He ….he didn't dump me.” My voice broke at the last word. Killian kept talking. “He wasn't concerned enough to be bothered when you told him you were blind. If he loved you,then he would have come running down immediately. You wouldn't even have to tell him to come pick you up.”

I joined that ragtag company of his when they couldn't even afford a decent office, went to the work dinners he couldn't stomach, and drank myself into a bleeding ulcer so he wouldn't have to. Edmund Sterling's one dying wish was that the two of us would end up together. Lucas honored it. It was also the day Seraphina left the country. On our wedding day Lucas got blind drunk. He didn't even finish his vows before he walked out of the ceremony. That was the day I learned that there was only ever one woman in his heart, and it wasn't me. He said I'd cashed in his gratitude to trap him. He said I'd been the reason Seraphina's condition had flared up again, that I was the reason she and the man

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.