Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

He says angrily. ​ Damn, this man is so stubborn. “I can’t go into details now. But I fucked up, okay? Now my wife is at the goddamn airport, going to God knows where, with God knows whom. And I need to stop her before she leaves.” I say, and realization flashes through Grandpa’s eyes. ​ Does he know something? ​

Tears pour from my eyes, staining the page as I stare at the last item on the list. RUN AWAY AND START OVER. I cross the point and scribble something else. ESCAPE THIS MARRIAGE AND START OVER.

That was the first time I had laughed out loud like that in a long time. “No, honestly, because you just told me my life story without even trying and I hadn’t even said much to you,” he said and I shrugged. “Well, it’s just real recognizes real,” I said and took another sip of my coffee. “Is that all you need to ask me?” I asked him and he shrugged. “Well, there’s plenty I need to ask you, but we have plenty of time to talk about whatever it is we want to talk about, because I can assure you that wherever your husband went, he’s not coming back anytime soon. Hell, I don’t know if he’s ever coming back,” he said and my heart dropped to the floor of my stomach. While I was rethinking my marri

“Then I release everything. You’ll be known as the Rossi fiancée who had an affair with her soon-to-be husband's cousin's underdog of a husband." Her knees buckled slightly, but she didn’t fall. He stepped closer, gently brushing her hair from her face. “One way or another, Layla, their marriage ends. You get to choose how.” “I hate you,” she whispered. “You’ll thank me someday when you are the madam of the Rossi household name.” His fingers slid off her skin, leaving her colder than before. Jason turned his back to her and walked to the bar. “Think of it as theater,” he said casually. “You were good at that once. The stage is set. Ready... Set... Action."

"what do we do now?" I asked "We keep running, we can't stop anymore, Mr Pendragon, you have to carry your wife and run with all your strength, one little mistake with cost you your freedom and will cost me my life," she said my husband did as she instructed and after running for what felt like an eternity, we came across a river whose waters ran like race cars, my husband dropped me slowly and washed my face, he cleaned my legs "how far are we from your getaway driver or should I say boyfriend?" my husband asked

"Jerome, don't you remember me? We were married in our past life! I won't fight for your attention ever again. Let's just go back to how things were, please?" He yanked his arm free and pulled out his phone to call the police. "Get away from me. You really are insane!" Abbie turned to me when Jerome ignored her. "Why did you steal my husband? Why do you always get the better life in every lifetime?" She came charging at me like a madwoman. As I looked closer, I saw that she was holding a knife. Scenes from both past and present lives flashed before my eyes. Instinctively, I shielded my belly and stumbled backward.

You finally know your place. I couldn’t breathe. I ran off the stage as the reporters swarmed me. “Mrs. Vance, is your husband having an affair?” “Mrs. Vance, will you fight for him or sign the divorce?” Each question hit like a punch. My vision spun. The room tilted. The air disappeared from my lungs. My heart was screaming, my body numb. I pushed through the crowd, barely seeing anything but the exit sign glowing red. I stumbled into the parking lot, my chest tight, my fingers shaking as I pulled out my phone.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”