Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

The days blurred into a single, pulsing rhythm. No whispered apologies in the hallway, no furtive glances laced with shame. Only hunger—constant, shameless, sharpening every glance, every accidental brush of skin. Stacy’s husband’s return loomed like a distant weather front: two days away, then one, then hours. It changed nothing. If anything, the ticking clock made every stolen moment burn hotter. They took what they could, wherever they could.

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

She moved out of state but had moved back in hopes we could pick up where we had left off at. I had to inform her that I was married and had children with my wife and that I had moved on from her breaking my heart. I wished her well in her life and that one day she'll finally decide what she wants out of her life. I had walked away with a smile on my face knowing that Julie had done me a favor by running away. This allowed me to find Blake and have our beautiful children together.

"She ran away, isn't that a good reason to not let her go?" "She dared to leave me at the altar and run away from our own wedding, and you of all people want me to let it slide?" he questioned, turning to look at the man. "You forgot how your old man nagged me for almost a year plus?" The other one let out a deep sigh, his brow furrowed with worry. "I hear you, but what's the game plan now?" he asked as they reached the grand entrance of the house. "How can all these elaborate setup actually help us deal with her?"

She clenched her hands as a lone tear escaped her eye. “I will not allow myself to be a puppet of your game, Shan Moretti,” she uttered, her voice filled with utter hate and pain while her eyes were fixated on the man sleeping comfortably on the bed. Her very own husband. “May you suffer the same way the lives you've ruined.” Just like that, Feliza left, leaving behind her renowned cruel of a husband—oblivious of the danger she created herself. After all, Shan is a possessive man... And Feliza Gray-Moretti just happened to be his`.

“That’s not right. There should be a real dilemma!” Delta laughed. “And I always put my best foot first. There’s no time to bide if I want a smashing victory against you.” The husband only did a mocking laugh before pinching her face harder. He then let go and sighed. “All right, all right. Let’s finish up here first before heading to the bazaar.” … Cheerful laughing echoed in front of the married couple that walked along the path toward the events place. Families with small children also headed the same way as some rugged-looking people and those in suits. They would only separate when the families rode the escalator to the second floor.

Once again, the room went silent, and no one was able to say anything. . The first end for, “My runaway wife, Hates me!”. Thanks a lot, pwetty readers for all your support. Don't forget to try and continue to support this book. And remember that this book is fiction. Don't try anything in real life.. There'd be a continuation for this book, but, in a different way somehow. Part 2 of this book will be written in part 2 of “The Father Of My Twins”. I'm going to merge the characters into one epic story. Of course, it won't be a totally different unrelated story.

Shawn held out his hand, waiting to receive her. I turned to Mom once again. “Where the hell is her cripple husband? Isn’t he aware that his wife is whoring around?” “You saw all that happened earlier. Her father-in-law is using her as a pornstar. That’s probably their means of survival.” “She can be a whore before anyone but she better stay the hell away from my man,” I mumbled, unaware of the doom that was about to befall me. Shawn took her hand carefully in his. He pulled her closer and kissed her.

: "What do you mean we got married?" I asked him, my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself. All I know is that we are in this mess because of you," he glared at me as he clenched his jaw. "Look, Mister, I don't know what you are talking about, but all I know is that I came here to audition as a runaway bride, so stop with this nonsense." Oh no, how could I be so stupid and dumb? All those preparations, the guests... I should have known it was a real wedding. How did I get myself in such a mess, and how am I going to get out of this mess?

Opening Scene for Reference: FL runs away from her bedroom to escape her husband’s torture; She runs into ML who just comes from college; She asks for help to avoid the physical torment; ML considers for a while and promises to protect her; Her husband gets furious when he finds out FL is not in the bedroom after he finishes bathing; Then his son proposes that he need his stepmother teach him painting; The abusive man, who always spoils his son, barely agrees; FL feels grateful for ML’s deed; Later when she comes into ML’s room, she is pushed against the wall and kissed;