The Abandon Husband Novels & Stories

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

“I want to be clear about that. I’m full. That’s different.” He understood the distinction. He always understood the distinctions. She reached up and put her hand against his face. His eyes closed the way they always did, the way she had come to love, the exhale of someone setting something down. “I married you today,” she said. “Yes,” he said. His voice was low. “In the kitchen where your mother cooked every Sunday. In the house my father used to visit.” She held his face. “And my father’s name is on a government framework. And I have an uncle in Lagos who has been looking for us for fifteen years.”

I thought I was getting a successful, reputable man that would actively help in the growth of my fashion brand, now I'm stuck in a very despicable marriage, with a useless and selfish husband. I was so foolish getting rid of the kindest, most selfless man I have ever known. Abel's attractive personality was my greatest comfort for three years. But I kicked him out in the most humiliating way. At the time I hadn't imagined he could be a better choice. He was jobless and a house husband, but he was more hardworking and devoted than any man I’ve met. I don't know where he ran to, after I kicked him out. He didn't really have a place to go. Which worries me now the most.

Zach frowned, clearly puzzled by the situation, “But why’d he disappear in the first place? I never understood that. I mean, who just walks out on a marriage like that?” I sighed, leaning against the doorframe and rubbing my temples. “It was a contract marriage. We barely knew each other. Honestly, I didn’t expect much from him, but I didn’t expect him to just vanish either.” Zach’s expression darkened with a mix of confusion and frustration. He’d always been protective of me, and the fact that my husband had abandoned me like that clearly didn’t sit well with him. “So he just left? No explanation? No reason?” Zach said.

“I’ve just come from one of the orphanages sponsored by the royal pack, and I’d like to know about your relationship with Abigail,” I opened the conversation and went straight to the point. “Abigail…” she murmured. “The orphanage director told me you once came to adopt a boy but changed your mind and saw me at the playground with Abigail,” I tried to jog her memory. “Yes…” she let out a sigh and began telling me of what happened back then. “Many years ago, my husband, a member of one of the mafia gangs, fell in love with me at first sight and even went so far as to reject his mate, forcing me to marry him,” she said.

Imanol hung up immediately, not wanting to listen to the voice of the woman who swore to love him and who finally turned out to be shameless, just like most of the women he has met who are only interested in their own economic well-being. The girl cried her eyes out on the bed, her husband has left her abandoned in an unknown country and the worst thing is that she has no money to be able to go back and confront him to tell him what really happened. She has no idea that her husband watched her lying in that bed, fortunately there was no one with her, which means that the man had already left. It is as if someone had hired him just to do evil and harm the happy marriage.

What the hell is this going to? "Kitara and Mom were right about you all along! so this is your plan, so the media could go around dragging me for abandoning my wife with nothing?” he accused me, and I couldn’t believe I had held on to the hope of being loved by him. “Abandoning your wife?” “So, you do know I’m your wife?” I added before bursting into laughter, ignoring the tears that had dropped alongside it. “Just a week ago, I had an accident, and where was my husband? On TV with his late brother’s wife!”

MIRIAM POV If you find your husband in a compromising state with a woman, what would you do? Run? Yell? Or walk away? If someone had asked me that question yesterday, I’d have laughed and chosen to yell. But tonight the situation is right in front of me And guess what? I chose a different answer. I did nothing I just walked away And they never knew I had seen them, I had seen their ugly faces. Now the silence is eating me alive, and I don't know how long I'll be able to survive.

He didn't even recognize me. When he started to look closer, Evelyn quickly blocked his view. "Babe, this shameless woman keeps saying she's your wife!" Then, she pouted and cried harder. "I'm only thinking about your reputation." Adrian wiped her tears with tender care. "Don't get upset. People like her aren't worth it. You're pregnant, remember? You wanted that painting from the House of Wexley, right? I'll get it for you. Be good." His words humiliated me. I never imagined that after just three years abroad, Adrian would already have an illegitimate child.

The man stared at me for a moment, and suddenly a smile spread across his face. "So that’s what you’re worried about. Then don’t be. Helen had always been broad-minded and wouldn’t care about things like that. You just want to marry me and that won’t be a problem. As long as you stay obedient and treat Alana well, I wouldn’t mind marrying—" "No." I shook my head. "You misunderstood. I don’t want to marry you, and I definitely don’t want to register our marriage." The moment those words fell, a dark, stormy look surged in his eyes.