Rise Of The Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

If I try hard enough, then he'd finally learn to look at me. That was my mantra for the past five years of being married to a man who wouldn't stop grieving his dead wife. I did everything right. I grew his pack, fostered his alliances with other packs, and increased his finances by 500%. He finally accepted me and on the day we were supposed to make our first public appearance together, his dead wife returned. She didn't return alone. She returned with his son and a sob story of how she was kidnapped and held for the last five years. I understood my husband accepting her back but what I didn't expect was for him to discard me and sell me off to avoid a public backlash.

"The only person that didn't have a say in this shit-sham of a marriage...was me!" Her eyes widened with shock. I have never spoken to her like this before. "How dare you—" "Your son...he was more than willing to marry me if it meant gaining power and rising the ranks. So don'tsit here and act like he had no choice...he had plenty. He chose power over his precious so-called love." “And while we're on the subject...I gained a husband who abandoned me on our wedding night to comfort her.” Ophelia's mouth closed. “She has struggled emotionally—”

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

Joanne exclaimed. I just scoffed and walked towards the painters. Fall apart? D&A fell apart long ago. It fell apart when my husband abandoned me in pains to see a woman. It fell apart the moment he started keeping late nights. It fell apart when he abandoned me and let his secretary walk over me and take credits for my sacrifices. He stripped the company apart, this day he let his slutty mistress take my mother's heirloom. I picked a bucket of paint from the painters. And reaching the banner, I emptied it on it.

I burst into tears uncontrollably. "L-Ley... M-My husband is having an affair... I caught him having sex with Marian!" "W-What?" He was full of disbelief as he quickly embraced me tightly. This wasn't the first or second time I felt his warm embrace. Almost every time I hit rock bottom, he was there to lift me up. No matter what I went through, he hugged me as if everything would be okay. Why didn't I fall for him instead? Why didn't my heart beat for him? W-Why didn't I marry him instead?

Hazel stared at the screen of her mobile, appalled. He has cut the call.... Fuck you! Bastard! Hazel cursed and vibrated in anger. He has spoke no word after she asked him what deal? He just fucking cut the call! “Hazel what happened?” Matilda asked concerned. “My husband! He is the problem! He has first bought this place and now he has my son! He is trying to abandon me of everything I love!” Hazel cried out.

“I need you to be calm, Sophie. Calm. No matter what you see…” I turned immediately. My husband. With a lady. Olivia, I guess? He was buying jewelry for her, his hands wrapped around her waist. I blinked repeatedly as Dad's words before I got married flooded into my head: “And if he ever cheats on you, he has no respect for you anymore. It is up to you to hold on to the respect you have for yourself and leave.” I swallowed hard, hot liquid streaking down my cheeks while Cesca planted herself in front of me.

With a firm demeanor and a clear voice, Ben gave his orders to his men. "Yes, sir. We’ll handle it properly." With a wave of his hand, Ben dismissed his subordinates from the room. They promptly obeyed. Ben, of course, was curious and intrigued by Caroline's life. "So, her husband and mother-in-law didn’t treat her well at home. Alright, I’ll look into this for her." Ben picked up a cigarette and lit it with a lighter. Smoke billowed throughout the room. Among all the women who had entered his life, only Caroline had managed to captivate him to this extent, even forcing him to reveal her past. Especially after learning that she had married another man.

His hand lifted, just an inch, like he might reach for me. For one second, I thought he believed me. His expression softened. His eyes met mine, really met them, and I saw it—doubt. Pain. Maybe even regret. Please. Please see me. Please believe me. But then he blinked. His face turned to stone again. His hand dropped. His whole body went rigid. “You have no choice but to abort it.” The words sucked all the air from the room. My knees went weak. “No, Julian—”