Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

I wanted to run off the stage, but I was well aware of the consequences that would follow. As my eyes scanned the room, the day’s event flashed before my eyes. The heartbreak of seeing my boyfriend getting married to my stepsister, the humiliation I faced at Royal City Hall, the robbery, and finally this. A pool of tears formed in my eyes, but I only dared to let them drop. “Save me, oh lord,” I mouthed, as the stage light shone on me. From the opposite wing of the stage, El Diablo emerged. His steps were precise as he closed the distance between us.

Then, when he straightens, I see her— Jess, his insufferable girlfriend standing behind him and glaring at me. Jess wraps her hands around him. “There you are! The whole crowd is running wild. They have been waiting for you, boss!” “Let’s get it started then,” he says, and links his arms with hers as they exit the hall. I leaned back against the chair and watched them down walked into one of the rooms positioned in the hallway. I thought the stage was that way. Where are they going?? I don't like this! Cain sent my husband to prison. Now, his girlfriend has to go too, so we can finally define our relationship... or whatever this is.

Matteo liked to think ten steps ahead, it helped him in quickly finding solutions to his problems. He looked hungrily at his slumbering wife. His cock was pulsating. He grabbed the armrest of the couch and gritted his teeth as he imagined slipping his cock into her pussy. He smiled. He had not done that before and he knew she would love being woken up with his cock. He could not get enough of this woman and he could not understand her. He knew he felt something for her, he just did not care enough to understand what it was. He needed to complete the next phase of his plan. He stood up and went upstairs to call his PR team. He did not want his wife to hear this part.

When would I learn that? I sluggishly crawl back to my room with heavy, haggard steps, my vision blurry and my mind fogged with the decisions laid out before me. Either submit and live out my life under a new monster or run. I was willing to take my chances and run away. Hopefully, I'd actually get away this time. I hadn’t unpacked my back from last time and though I hadn't gotten the chance to add more food supplies, I'd make do with what I had, I wasn’t about to get caught this time. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my future freedom and happiness– if any awaited.

In the dim glow of the passing streetlights, he looked every bit the ruthless man she had fought so hard to escape. “You’re still my wife,” he said evenly. “Until I say otherwise.” The Billionaire’s Mansion The car pulled into a long, winding driveway lined with towering trees. At the end of the road stood Lucian’s estate—a sprawling mansion of steel and glass, sitting atop a hill like a fortress. A cold weight settled in Seraphina’s stomach. The moment the car stopped, Lucian stepped out and walked around to her side, opening the door. She didn’t move. “Get out,” he ordered, his voice dangerously calm.

“It's quite simple. I've been studying your husband for quite some time now, and I learnt something important about him. He changes every woman after the span of two weeks.” That was true, but irrelevant. “I’m quite confused, how does that mean anything?” “He sleeps with each one of them. I spoke to one of them last night, and your husband allegedly promises to change their lives if they behave properly, thereby causing them to be at his beck and call. After that, he seems them unworthy with a flimsy excuse, and they flee.” “And they keep falling for his scam?” “They do.” “So, what's your point now?”

Shawn shook his head and let out a sigh, “Well, I will have them keep your food, I’ll have lunch alone since my husband prefers to lie in bed with his friend.” Aldridge smiled, “Oh, so I am your husband now?” Shawn nodded his head seriously and got up, he walked off saying, “I’m going out to drink if you need me tell Mr Wright.” * “You know you are welcome to stay with us as long as you like but you need to start talking. I do not keep things from my husband and Shawn will want to know why you are running away from home,” Aldridge said from across the table.

It was a double life and so far they have kept to it. I had invited Pedro and his wife over to the parlour when he told me their marriage had experienced a halt in the affairs of intimacy. He couldn’t connect with his wife and she was having a hard time connecting with him. I told them their visit was on the house and I introduced them to a few of our routines and opened them up to so many possibilities with their pleasure act. The next time I saw him, he told me he was planning to run away from home because his wife had worn him out and still wasn’t yet done. I’d say we did our job well.

"I'll tie it up in court for the rest of your life! You think a quick marriage will solve everything? Never!" He stormed off the stage, pushing past the security guards, his heavy footsteps echoing as he stormed out of the hall. The elegant crowd scattered out of his way, utterly stunned by the spectacle. I watched him go, then turned to the remaining people on the stage: a stunned Lilith, a furious Owen, and a calm, protective Ryan standing right behind me. I gripped the microphone one last time, my eyes burning with a newly profound light. I looked toward the door my father had just fled through.

Their wedding rejoiced in bliss and delight as they ran off the church, holding each other’s hand to welcome a beginning filled with nothing but love and faith. “Where do you want to run away, my wife?” He asked. She smiled. “Anywhere as long as I am with you, my husband.” Down the road that was not taken, the couple set off, embarking on the journey to forever.