Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

Pretended like this chaos didn’t unnerve me, even as my pulse threatened to choke me. The husband’s voice cracked like a whip across the floor one final time, and then he spun on his heel, storming out. The wife chased him, her gown sweeping behind her like the tail of a comet, leaving her lover stranded, humiliated, and caught in the merciless glare of cameras. And then, just like that, the room tried to right itself. The music swelled again. Waiters hurried to replace fallen glasses. Laughter bubbled back into the air, though it was strained, artificial. Conversations reignited with doubled fervor, each one eager to dissect what had just unfolded.

The waiter told him about her going out for fresh air in no second making Gareth to throw him away harshly. She ran away! He muttered to himself as his mind was continuously screaming. She betrayed me! She betrayed me! "Search for her." They all went outside from the back side as they didn't want the guest to know the bride ran away. He knew he would find her but he also knew her shoes were placed beside the stage. She was so eager to get free from him that she ran away barefoot.

The point where you are numb, not really present. I was there. I had reached that point. It all felt distant from where I was. My husband stormed out of the bathroom, a few girls standing there, trying to figure out why they couldn’t get in. We went further into the passage, taking several turns I didn’t care to see where they led. I was just happy when we walked out through a back door. I was happy no one else was there to see the scandal. I heard boots rush up. “Just open the door.” The words escaped my husband’s lips harshly. He carefully slid in the backseat before the door closed. “Take us to the nearest hospital.”

“I have no time for riddles. Shut the door on your way out,” I was prepared to return to work but then she spun around to face me, still smiling sinisterly. “You got her pregnant before me, and you thought to yourself that you didn’t need me around anymore. You suddenly ended your deal with my dad, and decided to end our relationship so as to marry that street girl, to clean up the mess of having a baby mama. You want to keep your reputation astounding, and be the perfect billionaire. The one with no drama. It’s either this or you’ve somehow managed to get a better business offer from whoever led you to her,”

Mrs May sobbed hard as Mr May held her shaking body. "What do we do?", Mrs may cried. Mr May held her as he walked her out of the room. He sat her down in the living room and got her a cup of tea. Her little hands shook as she held the cup to her lips. "We need to report this, it could be the wolves", Mrs May said shakily. "Wolves?", Mr May laughed,"if it was. A wolf our daughter would be mutilated beyond recognition. But here she is on our door step. Cold, deflowered and unconscious".

“There would be no wedding without a groom, right? So, I thought to myself, you, my dear husband, need to disappear.” He emptied the glass and dropped it on the table. “You're still wasting time, young lady.” “Just hear me out.” She gritted. “I was thinking we could stage your death.” “What?” “You die, but as I said, it's staged. You can run off to some Island and relax. After six months have passed, I'll get my share of grandma's inheritance, and you can come back. My parents would no longer have me in their pockets, and I don't have to marry you.”

Keep pushing theirselves on a girl that doesn't even like them. "Let me go, my fiance is here!" I hissed at him, still trying to take his hands off of me. "What about it? You don't seem happy on the stage earlier. Do you want me to take you away from here?" he offered making me look at him in disbelief, but somehow I am thinking that I should ask him to do that. I want to leave this place. I want to runaway from here. Can I resort to him? "Get your hands off of my wife," Ismaiah's vpice boomed around us.

She knows it hurts but hopefully, she can do it. She willingly separated from his embrace. If she stays in this place for a long time, she might do something bad to her husband. In that case, she should just run. Running into a problem, she doesn't know what will happen next. Frances Runaway she didn't know where she was going. It's as if the cycle of time has slowed down because she's been crying for a while now and there's no stopping it. She thinks she will run and cry like crazy. And the truth is, she didn't feel tired at all. All she really wanted was to not stop running because if she did it would look like Jon was right behind her. She ran as fast as she could.

He already realized she wasn't in the store and has gone out to look for her. -I beg you to help me. I am running away from a person, he is my husband, but I don't want to be with him, I am not hurt. I promise you that I will behave myself so as not to cause trouble with your wife. -She begged with a trembling voice and her eyes watering as she saw the man getting closer as the seconds passed.

Author's pov.:- (a few months later) " What are you saying? " " His bride ran away " " Probably something wrong has happened between them " " But I heard someone kidnapped her " " Oh come on, you are buying in these words. I can guarantee you that girl ran away for sure " " Poor him, she made him look like a laughing stock over that stage " " But he is handsome, rich and a known person then why did the bride run away " " Probably she got to know his some dirty secret "