The Abandon Husband Novels & Stories

I said, pulling the revised document from my bag and placing it in front of him. Nolan grabbed it and tore it to shreds before tossing the pieces into the trash. "Nolan, even if I owed you something, I've repaid it over these three years," I said, staring straight at the man who was still legally my husband. "You're capable on your own now. After the divorce, you can be with anyone you want. Isn't that a good thing?" However, he had the same response as mine moments ago. "No." From that day onward, Nolan would come home to check on me whenever he had free time.

His identity was shattered just because he married this woman! She's ruining his life all over again! "Uhm! Hmm!" Every attempt to catch her breath is his attack. "Ez---M-Master, pleasee—" He can see how she's trying to appease him. But still... the words he heard earlier, 'Yes, yes, I'm here, baby... I love you. I love you so much and miss you so much, baby...' 'I promised you that I'd come back, right? I will come back, my love. I will come back no matter what happens because I love you so much! I will never abandon...'

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

"Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'" My mother opened her mouth and closed it again, nothing coming out. I turned to go. "You should leave." She grabbed my arm. "Ryan, I'm begging you. Chloe's leg is broken, Derek's disappeared, your father's lying in a hospital bed, and I can't hold this together anymore."

She shot me one last contemptuous glance, took Johnny's hand, and turned to leave. I watched her retreating figure, and the memories of our fifteen years together flooded back. Despite everything, I couldn't help but call out to her. Maeve spun around instantly. "Changed your mind? Ed, it's too late now—" I cut her off, glancing at her hand intertwined with Johnny's. Whether it was because I'd already hurt too much, or because I'd finally let go—my heart felt calm now. I said, "We were married once, so I'll give you one last piece of advice. Johnny isn't who you think he is. He's not the son of war heroes—he's been lying to you. His reasons for getting close to you might not be innocent..."

Quinn's father retracted all his investments, cutting off the company's funding overnight. Jonathan, who used to be worth hundreds of millions of dollars, was saddled with millions in debt. Meanwhile, Quinn swindled all of his assets that she could take with her before disappearing when he desperately needed money. She ended up leaving the country with a businessman involved in import and export trade. Thus, Jonathan was left to pay off his debts on his own. He shut down his business and sold his properties, moving into a rented room that was smaller than 215 square feet. Someone spotted him in Cliffton once.

I knew his grief was just as deep, just as raw as my own. My mind drifted back to three years prior, to the wedding where Vincent had abandoned me, leaving me to the mockery and scorn of every elite family in New York. It was Leo who had walked up that altar, taken my hand, and finished the ceremony with me. That night, I’d laid an annulment agreement in front of him, and he’d torn it to shreds without a second glance.

When he saw me coming out with Logan, his eyes lit for half a second. I walked over, face blank, and buckled Logan into the car seat in the back. "Watch your son." I shut the door, cutting off Logan's view of me. "If you try that again, I will report you for abandonment." He went bone-white. "Nora. You really don't want us?" "Right." I met his eyes. No hesitation. "Never."

He had also been given a second chance, and he was desperate to change everything. The phantom agony of the soul spikes and the suffocating heat of the flames felt as if they were still etched into my skin. The stinging pain made cold sweat pour down my face. Without hesitation, I stripped off my bridal gown. "Mr. Thorne, please burn the marriage contract. From this moment on, the engagement is void. I'm more than happy to step aside for Julian and Miriam." Julian looked at me, stunned. He clearly hadn't expected me to agree so easily.