The Abandon Husband Novels & Stories

He went on irritably, "You ought to have followed my instructions, Annie. The hunters were not here, and Ava's life is in constant danger." "Ava, Ava, Ava!!! I don't give a damn about Ava. I just want to understand why my husband abandoned me in the middle of the night and ended up here, in the arms of his ex-mate. Since she came back here, everything has been about her." Another yell, this one followed by an impending weep.

The rear-view mirror showed him holding the stack of photos, standing in the middle of the road like a petrified statue. … The abject humiliation, treachery from the people he loved most, and his own infertility devoured what was left of his sanity. He barged into the nearest convenience store and bought bottles of the hardest liquor. … Matthew stumbled back home. The house of lies. His mother was arguing with his father. It was about the thing that happened earlier. Sarah called him an old pervert. Rochelle kept her hands on her baby bump, sitting on the couch like a kicked puppy.

It was so painfully sad; I was the only one to escape that horrifying night. Waking abruptly, my heart raced, and my palms were clammy. The darkness of my room wrapped around me like the remnants of the ashes from that fateful night. Even now, years later, the grief remained—a heavy cloak I could not shed. The house felt larger than ever, its vast emptiness echoing in solitude since my husband abandoned me here. To punish me for loving him. I dwell in a shell of memories and shadows of what was a sham of a marriage.

“And that child was stolen from her. While she was locked in prison. Lied to. Manipulated. Left to believe her baby died.” Damien stared at the documents, unable to breathe. His entire world tilted. He remembered Elena crying in the hospital, broken and devastated. He remembered dismissing her fears.He remembered calling her delusional. He remembered leaving her on the road last night. He remembered it all Guilt crushed him like a boulder. “I… I abandoned her,” he whispered, eyes burning. “I left her there. In the dark. Alone.” Old Mr. Salvatore slammed his cane on the floor.

"Mr. Rivers, Henry's dying! Take him to the hospital quickly! I'll save Mrs. Rivers!" Jonathan hesitated for only a moment before picking up Henry and running toward the hospital, leaving me behind. The gasoline was ignited by an electrical spark and burst into flames. Linda turned and ran when she saw this, abandoning me in the raging fire. Watching their disappearing figures, I struggled with all my strength to crawl out, but it was futile. Goodbye, Jonathan. I will never see you again. Those years of vows and promises seemed like a curse, turning into smoke and ash. Jonathan had broken his word. He had personally abandoned me, but fortunately, I had also broken my word. I no longer loved

Sydney “You’ve been sleeping with Bryce Westin.” He shot back, heaving. “So don’t come here acting so innocent! I’ve seen…” I laughed and he trailed off. “Well, can you blame me?” I grabbed a pair of heels off the rack. “My husband abandoned me while I was in the hospital. Don’t you think it makes sense to spend my time with someone who actually gives a damn whether I live or die?” His hands clenched into fists. “Sydney….”

Weirdly enough, though, my eyes still started to burn. Suddenly, I really wanted to cry. It wasn’t just sadness. It felt more like someone had shoved me from behind. And only at this exact moment did it finally hit me— My husband had actually, truly, completely abandoned me. And somehow, worse than being abandoned… was the humiliation. From Sebastian. And from Grace. A quiet, bitter laugh slipped through my mind.

I was a nobody orphan from a humble background, but my husband, Ethan Sterling, was the heir to one of America's wealthiest old-money families. He defied his entire family to marry me. But as I lay on the operating table, about to give birth, he stood before me, embracing Iris, putting on a show in front of everyone. Because Iris donated bone marrow to save his mother's life. The night before her own engagement, her fiancé betrayed her, and the trauma wiped her memory clean. Now the only thing she knew for certain was that Ethan Sterling was her husband.

Elena' s POV "Abort, or divorce." My husband threw a folder directly in my face when I told him I was pregnant. What was he talking about? My eyes scanned the medical report. But then I saw it. On the second page. The pregnancy timeline… …with the wrong conception date. The day Lucian was still on a business trip. "This is a mistake, the report is wrong." I said, my voice trembling. "Hospitals don’t make mistakes," he quipped back. "The date is right there, clear as day. I was away that week. In Europe on a business trip."

Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.