The Abandon Husband Novels & Stories

"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.

MEANWHILE IN ASHFORD BAY: The neighbouring City close to Cedarville. "Sign it, Abigail." The envelope landed on the breakfast table with the finality of a coffin lid slamming shut. Abigail's fingers froze around her coffee mug, steam rising between her and the man she had called husband for three years. Three years of separate rooms. Three years of loving someone made of ice. Grey Knight, her supposed husband didn't even look at her. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, hands in his pockets, watching Ashford Bay's skyline like it belonged to him. In many ways, it did. But somehow she didn't belong to him.

My life was crumbling down right in front of my eyes. The words of my husband in my head were like a constant reminder that I had been abandoned, the way he protected Malia, the househelp that I always suspected but was too trusting to question. He never protected me that way, he only looked down on me even at the Pack's couples’ events. I had thought securing a contract for him would change everything, would make him love me …but, I was wrong. My hands trembled on the steering wheel as tears poured down even more. I reached for a bottle of strong vodka. The one I had bought to celebrate with him. My heart clenched in pain as I let out a bitter smile.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

I cried hard in his embrace, releasing all the pain I had held back for so long. I didn't know how long I cried in Aldric's embrace. What I knew was that when I finally stopped, my chest felt lighter. Aldric released his embrace and looked at me seriously. "Do you have a husband? Why were you alone tonight?" I looked away, not daring to meet his eyes. Then I remembered Arvan's cruel act of leaving Kirana and me in the middle of the road. I decided to completely leave Arvan. There was nothing left tying me to that man. Our marriage had ended long ago, even before those divorce papers were signed.

I stood in the wreckage of my gallery, staring at the broken glass on the floor and the slashed canvases. This was supposed to be the debut of the solo show I'd spent three years preparing. A room that should have been full of flowers and applause looked like a dump. Half an hour ago, my husband Preston had come storming in like a man possessed and trashed the place. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!"

Maybe I was doting on him a little too much, but I could not help it, he was all I had. Him, on other hand, kept scolding me for not paying attention to my husband -who was engrossed with working on his phone, by the way- but worrying over him who was doing perfectly well without me. Well, ouch! It's not like I got married and moved far away because of him though, not at all. I just decided to abandon him in New York, all by himself without anyone to take care of him because I'm so in love with the man I got married to.

When I lift gaze, everyone just looks at us like we’re from a different planet. I crease my eyebrows on them. “‘Sup with the look?” They just shrug without a word. “You’re serious with the wife thing?” Paul asks me and glances at Abby. “Of course, I am. Why would I joke about marriage? Abby is my wife. You don’t believe me, who cares?” “Do your parents know about it? And what’s with the disappearance, man?” He doesn’t seem convinced. “I sleep in the underground at my house. My wife was in Boston, who only knows that place exists.”

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

The evening breeze danced in her mane as soon as the door opened. Helen followed Caraline's lead. "So, who will you marry?" "I-I'm... getting married to the man I met at the Aberald family. He's the Jacob Aberald I've been looking for," Caraline said. Her voice was shaky and restrained at the same time. Helen recoiled instantly. Her eyes, which were obscured by her glasses, widened to their normal size. This news not only took her by surprise but also brought fear. What was going on?