Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Abandoned Husband

After a few months, Abha appeared normal in front of everyone and spent most of her time with two twin boys named Yudhishthir and Yuvaan but she was drowning in the deepest hole of depression. After two years of marriage and several attempts at pregnancy, she lost all her courage. She demanded divorce and Yuvraaj lost himself. In these three years of marriage, they never fought but Abha wasn't in her senses to see her husband's state of mind either. Yuvraaj returned to his service and talked about his problems with another Army man who was much senior in age but junior in rank and the person was none other than Mr. Milind Sinha (Grandfather of Pashika/Fl of the first book)

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.

“I’ll definitely help you.” “Don’t.” Julian’s face darkened like a storm cloud rolling in, shadows gathering beneath his sharp cheekbones. “Don’t touch my wife.” His jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping beneath his skin. His eyes had gone cold—that glacial gray that made him look every bit the ruthless businessman he was known to be. Rage radiated from him in waves I could almost feel against my skin. It was normal for Johnson to react this way, to doubt that Julian was really my husband. We never looked like a real couple. We looked exactly like what we were: two people trapped in a contract marriage. If I were him, I would have thought the same thing.

♡VIRANICA POV♡ Till today I never seen a guy abducting his wife for honeymoon what the hell did I accept him as my husband no way but why the hell I married him I'm laying on bed and thinking all these things he lifted me and took to watch sunset I'm feeling sleepy and slept off on him only in the morning when I opened I seen him sleeping still I tried to move but his hold on me was too tight he opened his eyes and said "escaping from husband is not good kitten" I rolled my eyes he chuckled why he never gets angry oops my mistake he gets angry when I tries to harm myself

He would snuggle into Abigail's arms and mock me, saying I was like a dog. In the end, I died on a cold winter night. Thus, from the very first day I was reborn, I began planning to secretly transfer the assets under Abigail's name. This time, I no longer believed in a woman's love, but only the money in my hand. Abigail continued on without my prompting, "Oh, that's right—today is our third anniversary. I'm going to make it up to you properly." She raised three fingers and vowed solemnly, "I promise no one will disturb us tonight."