Rise Of The Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

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

"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."

"Her husband got hurt again. She rushed him to the hospital overnight and is probably still taking care of him." Dominic frowned. Abigail's husband was paralyzed from the waist down, and his personality had grown increasingly twisted. He had developed violent tendencies and often lashed out at Abigail and the child. Worse still, he sometimes harmed himself. That was someone else's family matter, and Dominic could not interfere. He said, "Alright. We'll wait until Abby gets here." Daniel pulled over a chair and sat down. "Honestly, you closed such a huge deal that you don't even need to work anymore. You could just take it easy this month."

It made Christine and Martin to feel unsettled. "We are sorry. We abandoned you." Christine said. "I wasn't able to see my baby girl grow up. I'm such a bad mother. Please forgive me daughter, let me make up for it." "Me too baby. I was such a poor dad. I abandoned you without a second thought. How I wish I could even kill myself. But I can't because I want see my daughter and grandson leave a good life and see my daughter give me a few more grandchildren." Martin said.

I acted very calm. “You sure?” She narrowed her eyes. “Hmm, I am pretty sure. If he can abandon me without thinking twice, you know that we had a happy marriage. I loved him, he loved me but the love faded as soon as he realized that I can’t give him the blessing of a child. You are right, men can be easily manipulated. If you can win him, anyone can.” I said. “I heard you started working in his company, why?” She asked because I made her speechless. She thought she’d get a rise out of me like before but back then I was an insecure wife who loved her husband unconditionally.