Runaway Husband Stages Novels & Stories

But she had learned, painfully and slowly, that those moments were never enough to sustain a life. They were beautiful crumbs in a marriage that had slowly starved her of everything that mattered. “I’m fine,” she said, even though the words tasted like ash in her mouth. “We’re fine. You can go back to New York with a clear conscience and leave me to live the life I chose here.” He didn’t move. His presence filled the hallway in that way only he could — commanding without effort. “I’m not leaving Boston.” The statement landed heavily between them, not as a threat but as a simple declaration of fact.

I heard Off shouted as he tried to lift my body up He carried me like we are getting married and I felt how he slowly shook my body to make sure if I am still okay " I'm okay," I said while stuttering " I'm sorry," He said I didn't hear the lasts words he said because I already lost my consciousness. Off Fuck this world, Fuck everyone, I hate it! why! Why! World, why do I need to suffer right now! I kept on running and not knowing where my foot is leading me, My wife is still following me and stopping me but I don't want to, I want to remove all the pains right now " St.." I stopped when I heard a loud bang and saw my wife rolling down from the 50 steps stairs, I immediately run to his side

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.

“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?”

“After you and Tristan get married, you will get a divorce right away. Tristan will take care of that. Don’t think that anyone will love you, and be serious about loving you. A worthless and used body like yours will never be loved by anyone. Don’t worry, after you divorce Tristan and we get the money he will pay us, we will have someone to marry you again. Come out; Tristan is downstairs.” I nodded. “I’m just going to put on my shoes.” I made an excuse. She looked at me disgusted before leaving my room. I put on three-inch heels. I took a few deep breaths before going outside. For now, I have to obey everything they tell me. I will find the right time to run away; whether I am married or no

I meant I was a stranger, but why was he acting as if I couldn’t be seen with him? It was already bad that Teal and Crone called that they wouldn’t make it and I was the only familiar face I knew at the wedding. Now the man I would be calling my husband for a while, is running away from me as if it was ‘Stay Away From Laliya’ day. “Can you slow down?” I breathed out as I refused to give up and kept running after him. I might as well agree that he was either deaf or determined to get away from me, because rather than slowing down like I told him, he took faster strides that made me wince.

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.

But the worst part was that Flora would think I was nothing without her, because evidently, my life hadn't improved since she left. If I ran away from this marriage, I wouldn't achieve what I desired. I wouldn't have my revenge. I wouldn't be able to go to Manhattan and make those who wronged me pay for their actions. In summary, it would be chaotic. It would be terrible. I placed a hand over my mouth, pacing the room once more. My heart pounded so fiercely in my chest that it seemed it might burst forth. Oh God, was this a panic attack? "No, it can't be. No!'' I protested, feeling utterly lost as I paced the room.

Then it struck me, an idea so reckless, yet perfect. If my father wanted me married, then I would give him exactly that. Not a real wife, but someone who could play the role long enough for me to prove myself. A contract wife. And that is exactly why I'm here, to tell my father the news: I was getting married. He looked thrilled, relieved even. He had no idea that I hadn't even found the woman yet. Without wasting time, I went to meet with Dr. Luke. Fate, however, had its own plans. Just as I was about to step into his office, a woman bumped into me.

The instability. The scandal. The defiance. Lucian didn’t announce anything. He didn’t need to. His hand on mine said enough. ------------------------------------------ For the first hour, it was subtle. Conversations flowed. Wine poured. Politics wrapped in politeness. But eyes followed us everywhere. Whispers trailed. “She ran from the wedding.” “They broke the engagement.” “Her father won’t allow this.” Let them whisper. I felt it then – the old instinct to disappear. To stand half a step behind.