Rise Of The Abandoned Husband Novels & Stories

Sydney “You’ve been sleeping with Bryce Westin.” He shot back, heaving. “So don’t come here acting so innocent! I’ve seen…” I laughed and he trailed off. “Well, can you blame me?” I grabbed a pair of heels off the rack. “My husband abandoned me while I was in the hospital. Don’t you think it makes sense to spend my time with someone who actually gives a damn whether I live or die?” His hands clenched into fists. “Sydney….”

"Strictly speaking, my life is very miserable now. My father abandoned my mother and left with another woman when I was in high school. My mother couldn't accept this blow and chose to commit suicide, so I became an orphan when I was a teenager. I was able to attend college with the financial support of my relatives. After graduated from college, I fell in love with a girl in my class. She was a high-maintenance girl from the city. We loved each other very much and got married. At first, we were very happy. Later, her parents expressed their dislike towards me due to my lack of ambition. Besides, there were also personal factors that contributed to my wife abandoning me three years later. I

Convinced that a little amusement would cause no trouble. I was wrong. That pregnancy changed everything. I was forced into a marriage with Rio's father — a marriage I had never wanted, one that destroyed every plan I had made. And when my husband died, when I was finally free to return to Arvan, Reyna had already taken the place that should have been mine. She had married Arvan. Lived in his house. Given birth to his daughter. Everything that should have been mine had fallen into that woman's hands. I clenched both fists.

That wouldn’t do. She refused to treat me as her husband, and she refused to act as my wife, even if we were divorced. It wasn’t like it was a public divorce – even grandpa didn’t know. I expected her to be devastated, to be bereft, completely broken after our divorce. She didn’t even cry. She had become more stubborn, more bold, and admittedly, more radiant. It had to be because of the pregnancy.

He kissed her back the same way, his hand against her face, the specific tenderness of someone who understood that tonight had layers and was not going to rush past any of them. When she pulled back she stayed close. “This is the strangest best day,” she said. “Yes.” “A wedding. A framework. A phone call from Lagos.” “All on the same day.” “My father started something in 1976,” she said. “And today it got its name and found its way back to his family.” She looked at Ethan. “And I got married in the kitchen he used to visit.” He held her gaze. “Your father was right,” he said. “About all of it. The children who survive things. The continuity. The parallel process.” He paused. “He built a fram

I don't want to see that hatred that I witnessed on Marquis's face. I would rather stay away from her than see her hating me... Hah!!! Reality is unbelievable. I still can't digest the matter that I was abandoned by my husband on the first night. There is nothing to hold or to rely on. Living like a stray with no support. No roof when it storms, No blanket when it snows. Ahead of my life, I have only myself. The unbreakable wall ahead of me I have to break it to move on. Let myself bleed out with every wound I am getting now, to get my happiness. I no longer want to be locked in the cruel illusion of so-called family love.

When I lift gaze, everyone just looks at us like we’re from a different planet. I crease my eyebrows on them. “‘Sup with the look?” They just shrug without a word. “You’re serious with the wife thing?” Paul asks me and glances at Abby. “Of course, I am. Why would I joke about marriage? Abby is my wife. You don’t believe me, who cares?” “Do your parents know about it? And what’s with the disappearance, man?” He doesn’t seem convinced. “I sleep in the underground at my house. My wife was in Boston, who only knows that place exists.”

“Police? He chuckled, They are just a bunch of fragile chickens in uniform. What would you think they will do to a man that runs the whole country? Arrest me? Or throw me in jail? Don’t be silly Kamari.” “Now let me be clear to you Kamari. Your husband Davin, ran away with my shipments and my cargos. But before I traded with him, we made a deal and you are part of that deal. Do you know how you are part of it? Because your husband sold you to me.” He muttered, signalling one of the men beside him to bring him his phone from the kitchen cabinet.

The girl also released her hand from her husband's hand. Why did Massimo even say that? I do not like being given false hope... ah, why do I even feel weird? Do not put my hope in a stupid husband because, after all, we got married with no love at all. All the assumptions that he has mentioned will not change the situation, thought Abby, who was trying to drown out all the sadness alone.

I asked, my voice quieter now, almost steady, “why did you marry me?” He didn’t look away, he looked straight in my eyes and said; “Back then, Sienna’s parents arranged for her to marry someone else, a dangerous Russian Mafia,” his tone didn’t change. “We tried to run away together, but that night… I crashed my car.” My fingers tightened around the paper. “I almost lost the ability to walk, my grandfather threatened to cut me off completely, said I was a fool for trying to ruin my life for a woman, if my mother hadn’t intervened, I would’ve lost everything.”