Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Abandoned Husband

The man stared at me for a moment, and suddenly a smile spread across his face. "So that’s what you’re worried about. Then don’t be. Helen had always been broad-minded and wouldn’t care about things like that. You just want to marry me and that won’t be a problem. As long as you stay obedient and treat Alana well, I wouldn’t mind marrying—" "No." I shook my head. "You misunderstood. I don’t want to marry you, and I definitely don’t want to register our marriage." The moment those words fell, a dark, stormy look surged in his eyes.

Salvatore let out a long, heavy sigh. “Great-grandson?” he echoed, his tone thick with sarcasm. “The only great-grandson I acknowledge is the one Elena carries. She is the rightful wife of this family—and of my grandson.” The room fell into stunned silence. Avery’s sobbing halted mid-breath. Her face stiffened, embarrassment clouding her delicate features. The old man continued, voice sharp as steel. “A woman who inserts herself into a marriage, proudly carries an illegitimate child, and feels no shame—such a woman is not fit to enter this family.”

"If I didn't marry Mirella, he would kill Vivian. Lord Ashford was the Secretary of War at the time, and he even said he would strip me of my top ranking. I grew up in poverty and fought for everything to get where I am today. I didn't dare gamble with my future or Vivian's life." He continued, "After I married Mirella, I truly wanted to be devoted to her, but I never expected her to be so jealous. She was controlling and wouldn't allow any woman near me. Even when Vivian came seeking refuge, she turned her away. Not only that, she even tried to sell Vivian to a brothel.

They were considering ending the cooperation. Amy's husband rushed over in panic and without a word, he slapped Amy. "Why are you still embarrassing us? Causing trouble like this!" Amy was shocked and confused by the slap. She stared at her husband in disbelief. "Why did you hit me?" "Hit you? I'll divorce you when we get back. You jinx." The man lowered his voice and cursed, then turned to Edgar. "Are you Mr. Edgar, the young master of the Cunningham's Family?"

I stood in the wreckage of my gallery, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the slashed canvases. This was supposed to be the debut of the solo show I'd spent three years preparing. A room that should have been full of flowers and applause looked like a dump. Half an hour ago, my husband Preston had come storming in like a man possessed and trashed the place. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!"

“I already feel unable to stand my phobia. Seeing you dance like that makes me nervous and maybe after this my allergies will flare up soon. Quickly find the wild women over there, and bring them here. I want to finish this therapy as soon as possible.” "OK. Wait here and don't go anywhere!” I said angrily as I walked away from in front of him. Arghh, that sucks. Now I feel like I'm the underling of a pimp who wants to find prey for her master. What a strange man. I feel that day by day, my married life is getting weirder. The two of us have nothing in common, and are quite the opposite. This marriage is very far from my expectations. If my mother had not chosen a husband like Kane for me, t

l scoffed, unconsciously inducing slowly all that Zena had said. "He is indeed crazy, who wouldn't be? Not after the so-called husband abandoned him a few weeks before their wedding. I heard he ran away with some money, he was after his wealth all along. Tch, he is pitiful if you ask me. They say he raised the child all by himself, l guess that is why he is so protective of him." "Oh." "So, are you still mad? I brought you some useful information. Now you have more reason to approach him and get him with your charms so he can invest in us and we can lay our hands on more shares in his company."

"Mark and I were together since high school. We were married for ten years. But the last few years were a nightmare. He didn't work. He spent our money. And he... he wasn't faithful." "People are saying you only came back because Julian Vane is a billionaire who wants you," Addison Myers said. She leaned forward. "They say you saw an opportunity to trade a poor husband for a rich one. Why didn't you show up for your husband during those five years? Why did you leave him to suffer?" I felt the anger start to burn in my chest. It pushed out the fear.

"You faked your death." "I disappeared." She smiled. Thin. Cold. "There's a difference. I watched my husband build an empire from nothing. I watched him destroy anyone who got in his way. I watched him become a man I didn't recognize. And I knew—if I stayed, I would become like him. So I left." "And now you're back." "Now the empire is gone. My husband is in prison. The Collective is ashes. And the money—the money your mother hid, the money my husband spent forty years trying to find—is finally in one place."