Rise Of The Abandoned Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shook her off and asked, "Abigail, what gives you the confidence to think that I would definitely choose you?" Abigail reacted as if she had heard the greatest joke. "Who else could it be? The Waller family just suffered a catastrophic investment failure. The Preston family's daughter is chronically ill. As for the Sutton family—" Her lips curved into a cruel smile. "Their daughter is just there to fill the numbers. She's not even worth mentioning. Connor Foster, you have no other option but me." Everything would be clear on my birthday. I had no interest in continuing to be the subject of their gossip.

"Oh, Abigail....I am so sorry." "Don't be," Abigail smiled sadly, though her eyes were shining with unshed tears. "We both knew it was coming. Our marriage wasn't....it wasn't a normal relationship. Three years ago, my father gambled away everything we owned. So he owed a massive, impossible sum of money to an oil tycoon, a dangerous man who had just been released from prison." Alura sat in stunned silence, her heart hammering against her ribs as she listened.

he drew his chair close to mine. “I heard you saying, ‘at least my death was quick,’” he said. I would have hissed if not for the pain shooting through my body. “My husband…. No my husband to be, he..,” my words were stumbled over by a preceding tears. I blinked and swallowed down on it. He urged me by taking my hand. My birthmark suddenly ignited his curiosity and he peered down. He refrained from asking any question and let me continue with the story of my shitty life.

How deliciously ironic that my wife, Marina, had chosen this seemingly ordinary girl as a pawn in her twisted game – paying her to seduce me and bear my child, all in a misguided attempt to conceal her own infertility. Good grief. I exhaled the smoke. Foolish. Did she truly believe I was unaware of her inability to conceive? I had known from the very beginning, yet I played the oblivious husband, allowing her to maintain her delusions. It was a small price to pay for the additional power and influence our marriage afforded me in the cutthroat world of politics. My gaze drifted back to the photographs. An abusive father who had lost an arm in his greedy habit and now languished in prison, and

“This guy is just trying to be funny, right?” “It’s common sense that a woman will go through ten months of pregnancy. Does he actually want a woman who’s only six months pregnant to give birth? That’s forcing her to have a premature birth!” “Where did this weirdo come from?” Just at this moment, someone in the crowd yelled out, “Ah, I remember now. He’s that abandoned young man who was expelled from the Rockefeller family in California. He married into the Assex family and became known in California for being notoriously useless. Oh my gosh, how can a guy like this be able to hook up with the granddaughter of the miracle doctor, James Coney? He’s definitely cheating her feelings!”

"His name is Zaid. I met him in college. I fell in love with him the first time we met. I had the feeling that my life partner was him and like that, I put everything mine into him. Zaid is the person for whom I am willing to do everything. My heart, soul, youth, time and money. Whatever I have. That is love because I believe that he also feels that way." Her rice tray is still intact. Smiling sadly, she turned to look at the scenery outside. Jaime had heard about this story but didn't care. He feels sorry for her. "We will get married regardless of whether my father agrees or not. I was ready to go that far, even abandon my family. The money I gave him without my father knowing was for the

"Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'" My mother opened her mouth and closed it again, nothing coming out. I turned to go. "You should leave." She grabbed my arm. "Ryan, I'm begging you. Chloe's leg is broken, Derek's disappeared, your father's lying in a hospital bed, and I can't hold this together anymore."

They felt their son was degrading himself by settling for an orphan and a lowborn like me. My husband's family wasn't rich, but they weren't poor either. He was their only child, so they cherished him deeply. After so much pleading from both of us, they finally accepted our marriage, though they still use every opportunity to belittle me. They say I'm the reason their son turned out the way he did, that my bad luck ruined his life. At one point, I even started believing it. Maybe it was true. A few months into our marriage, my husband changed. I don't know what happened, but he became a completely different person, far from the sweet man I used to know. He forced me to abort every pregnancy

Her breathing became uneven. Everything that had seemed impossible three days ago was now becoming reality. The secret house. Sophia. Lily. The photographs. The missing memories. The anonymous warnings. And now someone claiming that the man she had called her husband for seven years wasn't her husband at all. A sharp pain pulsed behind her eyes. She squeezed them shut. Fragments of memories flickered through her mind. Rain. Screaming tires. A man's voice shouting her name. Not Daniel's voice.