Romans & histoires Rise Of The Abandoned Husband

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.

“And the work continues.” She picked up the notebook. She held it. She looked at the frame. At her father’s last line. The salt goes on at the end. Don’t forget. She was not at the end. She was somewhere in the middle of the best thing she had ever built and it was still going and she had a husband who made bread on the mornings that mattered and a daughter who wrote truth before breakfast and a framework that had started with a man who had believed in whoever came next before he met her.

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.”

"And yet some might argue you knew what you were getting into. A divorced man with children, a controlling mother-in-law. You chose that life." My spine stiffened. "I chose love. Or what I thought was love." "Did you know Jaden was using you?" Victor's tone sharpened. "For your family's money and connections? Multiple sources suggest he pursued you specifically because you were a Sterling." "I don't know what sources you've been talking to." "Reliable ones." He pulled out more papers. "In fact, I have text messages here that paint a very different picture of your marriage. Would you like to see them?"

"Dad has arranged for Melinda to run away with Bayu, why are you still holding her back?" "Bayu? I let him rot in that old warehouse, did Dad let him go?" "Yes, son. Dad wants them to run away and accept the consequences of their affair." Afgan raised the corners of his lips, pouting. "So this is Dad's plan? Letting me be known as a husband who was abandoned by his wife for having an affair? Is that what social media and the news will reveal later?" "An heir to Al-Futtaim who was abandoned by his wife?" Afgan continued with a ragged breath.

He didn’t answer. I stepped back from the door, “You’re my husband.” “I know.” “You promised me you would never abandon me.” His shoulders stiffened. “I know.” “Then open the door.” He remained where he was. The steel door stayed closed and something inside me finally understood. They had already chosen.

Tia felt so soulfully disturbed to realise what kind of people they were, and could not help but think that way. When Abigail heard her, she smiled weakly, "Ms Tia, I am just a regular girl without family and power. I don't even have money to eat two meals for a long time. Do you think I can save myself from that family or mafia?" Tia felt quiet as she realised how she missed the thing. "Ms., what about your dealer? Is that your husband who made a deal with Mike?" Tia could not help but ask. Abigail thought about Byron and realised how she had become angry with Caleb but not with Byron so much, before answering, "Yes, I got married to my purchaser."