Novel & Cerita Rise Of The Abandoned Husband

The mysterious groom never showed his face during the proceedings. Everyone whispered he must be old and ugly, some reclusive eccentric with money but no looks. The perfect person to dump the adopted daughter on when their biological princess Sienna got cold feet. Fortunately, he never contacted me after the wedding. Strange arrangement? Yes. But I welcomed the freedom. I built a new life, far from the Bailey family drama, never expecting he'd suddenly demand to meet just as our contract was nearing its end. I dragged my suitcase through the airport, New York's air hitting me, familiar yet foreign.

Imanol hung up immediately, not wanting to listen to the voice of the woman who swore to love him and who finally turned out to be shameless, just like most of the women he has met who are only interested in their own economic well-being. The girl cried her eyes out on the bed, her husband has left her abandoned in an unknown country and the worst thing is that she has no money to be able to go back and confront him to tell him what really happened. She has no idea that her husband watched her lying in that bed, fortunately there was no one with her, which means that the man had already left. It is as if someone had hired him just to do evil and harm the happy marriage.

I thought I was getting a successful, reputable man that would actively help in the growth of my fashion brand, now I'm stuck in a very despicable marriage, with a useless and selfish husband. I was so foolish getting rid of the kindest, most selfless man I have ever known. Abel's attractive personality was my greatest comfort for three years. But I kicked him out in the most humiliating way. At the time I hadn't imagined he could be a better choice. He was jobless and a house husband, but he was more hardworking and devoted than any man I’ve met. I don't know where he ran to, after I kicked him out. He didn't really have a place to go. Which worries me now the most.

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?"

A shiver ran through me, not of fear but awakening. For the first time, I wasn't just a cast-off bride, or a desperate daughter, or a discarded sh*t as he said. I was something new, a mother, a fighter and a woman who would one day stand over Jethro Veylen's broken pride and say, You should have never let me go. And as Tristan's eyes held mine, sharp and unyielding, I knew he believed it too.

"Consider this an ultimatum, Megan. You either go to work and build a career, or if you insist on this ridiculous notion of getting married right now, then I will disown you. You will no longer be a part of this family. Do you understand me?" Megan stared at him, her heart pounding in her ears. Disown her? After everything? After supporting her through the trauma of Lizbeth, after celebrating her graduation, he was willing to cast her aside for wanting to marry the man she loved? A cold, desperate fury mixed with a profound sense of injustice consumed her.

"Do you want to hear a story?" Rose was surprised at his question. Why would he suddenly want to tell her a story when they are talking about something very important? "What kind of story?" She asked. "A very good one. Just listen to this story and tell me what you think." Christopher said. "There was a man who was very poor. He had nothing and could barely feed. He was what you would call a street guy. His life is all about how to feed. He and his friends would look for what to do during the weekdays and on weekends, they would go out to party. That's how his life is. One day, he went out to party with his friends as per their tradition and that's how he met a rich heiress. They got talking

But she’d done nothing to make me think that way. Elena had been a faithful, doting wife. We’d had a good marriage. How could I have let Lydia convince me otherwise. And then there was the abortion. For the past three years, I’d been helping Lydia raise Ava. When I could have been raising my own child with Elena. The thought caused me to bite down hard on my lip. It was almost too much to bear. I couldn’t think about it. I had to stay focused on the present. We had to get Elena out of whatever mess she was in. We could deal with everything else after.