Rise Of The Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

"Your mom left when you were just a few months old, and your dad passed away early. You grew up without a mom. Now the grandmother who raised you is also gone. I wouldn't be surprised by any shameless thing you do." Abigail would not indulge such a nasty person. "What era is this? What's wrong with embracing my husband? How is it any of your business?" Mariah's face turned red from the retort, but she held her head high and said arrogantly, "Who knows if he's really your husband? After all, you have a history of seducing other people's husbands. Who knows where you got that whitewashing video from? You even sent Elliot to jail." Mariah was cursing furiously when she suddenly felt a wave of f

The husband of the woman he loves is already in Jakarta and may be busy with his wife's funeral until he forgets or doesn't know the current situation of the other wives. If only Abizar could eliminate just one person in this world, he would like to get rid of Haidar. Yes, at least there are no more unstable men who marry two women but can't do justice to them. Does he think marriage is a game? The sacred promise that was made in front of many people and then just ignored? Is marriage a weed? Left and grow on their own. But did he know that weeds would only be an eyesore and should be mowed down? Likewise, marriages that are only based on compulsion and then just ignored, should have been tr

she sneered, turning to Vanessa and offering her a reassuring smile. Ashley sat there on the ground, feeling the sting of Beatrice words cut through her like a knife. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, Instead, she sat there like an outcast, unwanted in her own husband’s home… in the house she had once tried so hard to belong to. “Are you sure about this son?” Victor’s calm voice broke through the tension as his eyes fell on the divorce papers lying on the ground. He was Caleb’s father, a business man with years of experience in the family business. “Are you sure you really want to end this marriage?”

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

PART 1 For two years, I lay in a coma. My body was helpless on a hospital bed, connected to tubes and machines that beeped endlessly. While I fought between life and death, my husband chose to look for another woman. Instead of struggling for my recovery, Roby decided to enjoy his life. He showered that woman with luxury and happiness... using my wealth. Just watch. I will make their hearts stop the moment I set foot again in my own palace. ** "Seriously, this is my house, Mr. Danil?" Natasya asked in disbelief.

I received a call from the abductors just as my husband's first love, Hailey Crosby, arrived at the scene. "You have an hour to gather 20 million dollars," the abductor barked at me. "Place the ransom under the Central Bridge. Don't call the police, or I'll kill them!" Armed with the knowledge from my past life, I put the call on the speaker so my husband, Shane McClure, could hear them. I turned to face him and met his clouded expression. He snorted. "Natalie Swanson, how low could you go? Did you get my parents to put on this act just so you could push Hailey out of the picture?"

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

Beside the photo was a scanned document—a formal Blackwood family agreement stamped with the word DISOWNED, alleging that Asher had embezzled millions from his father's accounts before being cast out. The article painted his sudden appearance at Serena’s wedding not as an act of rescue, but as a calculated, predatory move by a disgraced outcast trying to claw his way back into high society through Vale Maison. Serena looked up instantly. Asher was staring down at his own screen. His face was completely blank, but the knuckles of his hand were stark white as he gripped the edge of the table.

I hissed, my entire body shaking, “you had him! You brought Adrian into this world! The one person I hate more than anything!” Greta’s sobs grew louder. “What about him? How did you know my son’s name is Adrian?” “Well, if you badly want to know,” I started, my voice wavering. “It wasn’t bad enough that you abandoned me, you just had to give birth to a man that I hate so much and can’t stand. Your precious son is my husband's biggest rival and because he wanted to get at my husband, he kidnapped me and did all sorts to me. He almost killed me and my unborn child and even went as far as almost raping me and he would have if Alex didn’t come save me in time.”

She came through the crowd and the crowd parted for her and she stopped directly in front of me, and the courtyard went quiet. "We haven't even finished burying Zayn properly, and the first thing that comes to mind is fleeing with his son?" Her voice was low, shaking. "He is my child—" "He is an Al-Rashid!" The words exploded out of her. "You brought Zayn home in a box and now you want to rob me of the only piece of him I have left?" "I want my son, that's all I want, just let us go—" "Let you go." She laughed, and it was the ugliest sound I'd ever heard. "You tried to take my grandson from me. In front of everyone. You also dragged your little friend into this house's business. And you want