The Abandoned Husband Dominates Novels & Stories

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"Your honey.... is calling you." The way I said honey felt like a slap. I stepped back, my hands dropping from his waist. Suddenly, the bandages, the kitchen, the I will live for you it all felt like a beautiful, messy lie. He was still her husband, and obviously he still sees her as his wife, that's why he couldn't just save her name with something else, after she literally abandoned her on son and even cheated on him. Oh...my God, does Chad really love my mum so much? They should be divorced by now already....

“Megan, in a marriage, there are roles. And sometimes, one person has to take the lead, especially when things are… challenging. I’m the husband. I’m the provider. It’s my responsibility.” He knelt before her, taking her hands in his. His grip was surprisingly strong, unyielding. “And as my wife, it would make things a lot easier if you were… supportive of that. If you were, perhaps, a little more… submissive to my direction in this.” The word hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Submissive. It was a word that grated against every fiber of her being, a concept she had always associated with outdated notions of marriage, with the very paternalistic views she had rebelled against.

My sister is on my husband's lap. She laughs. He smiles at her. A hand resting on her bare thigh. An intimacy that is no game. It is real. It is owned. And I am one too many. I approach. The floor seems unstable. My legs are cotton. But I walk anyway. Because one does not flee what one needs to see. Even if it destroys. She sees me. And she smiles. A smile that says: you're too late. "Well, well… look who's showing up."

His honesty reflected in his words. "What do you want to talk about, Colton? You have only fifteen minutes before I ask you again to leave." I said trying my best to sound less rude. "I learnt about my Mom and Dad's relationship which wasn't as I thought. They were never a happy couple in love but their marriage was rotten in toxity. For my Dad, my mother was his possession, a priceless possession. He wants everything in his control and every living being a mere puppet of his hands. He used to treat my mother like one of those puppets but she has a rebellious soul. Their marriage begun to crumble when she learnt about his dark secrets and since then, the downfall of their relationship begun.

“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.

After finding out that the city is flourishing with countless opportunities, Florence Chastain drinks far too much out of elation. She begins stumbling toward the home of Gerard Vertes, a widower, in her drunken haze. Even though I have a crush on her, I choose to ignore her. In my previous life, I was worried that Florence might submit to her carnal urges due to intoxication, which might lead to her losing the golden opportunity of moving to the city. So, I rushed over to stop her. But Florence was quick to yank the hem of my shirt while begging me to satisfy her urges. After the wild night, she got pregnant with my child. In order to preserve Florence's reputation, her parents forced

She tossed her hair and folded her arms, chin tilted high with smug defiance. “Let’s be honest, Evelyn. Everyone knows Harrison dumped you. To hide the humiliation, you grabbed the first man off the street. A stray dressed up in borrowed suits, driving borrowed cars, pretending to be someone he’s not. That’s your husband? A beggar clinging to you just to look respectable?” Murmurs broke out. The words landed sharp, but before I could respond, Dominic’s hand closed over mine. He stepped forward, his presence so commanding that silence rippled through the room.

"The only person that didn't have a say in this shit-sham of a marriage...was me!" Her eyes widened with shock. I have never spoken to her like this before. "How dare you—" "Your son...he was more than willing to marry me if it meant gaining power and rising the ranks. So don'tsit here and act like he had no choice...he had plenty. He chose power over his precious so-called love." “And while we're on the subject...I gained a husband who abandoned me on our wedding night to comfort her.” Ophelia's mouth closed. “She has struggled emotionally—”

I felt violated, disgusted. Aiden watched my reaction with sadistic satisfaction. His voice was calm, almost teasing, as he spoke again. “You became my habit.” I wanted to scream, to lash out, but I was too stunned. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This man—my husband—had been watching me, controlling me, and now he was twisting the narrative to make it seem like I was the one in the wrong. His possessiveness was suffocating, and no matter how much I argued, he always found a way to make me feel small, insignificant.