Romans & histoires The Run Away Wife

"Husband? Is she a married woman?" "That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look. "Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too." "Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts. "I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one. "What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

“Fine. Walk away. But remember, Alysha, you came to me.” Alysha’s chest heaved as she backed toward the door, every muscle in her body tense, ready to bolt. She couldn’t believe how far things had spiraled in just a few moments. The man standing before her, the one she had once called her husband, was a stranger now—a dangerous one. With one last look, she turned and fled the villa, her heart racing as she made her escape into the night.

made her look sick, my advise goes does, go as fast as possible towards the slopes of Agoauku, and there she shall be, join the fight now or else the whole fight will be without you, and that may make you one of the most hated person on earth, a father who did not only abandoned his only child but also a coward who had allow his sick wife go out and fight his fight for him, run now or you may be embarrassed." The man ran down the slopes of Agoauku and there he met his so called sic, in front of many women, they stood listing to the woman and what the man had that came out of the mouth of his wife's mouth was " we move " and everybody moved man ran to his wife and said, " well, i do not kno

“Minus the alien part,” He stalks towards me, his fingers circled my chin, lifting my head so I could meet his burning gaze. “What are you running away and don’t dare lie to me. I will know,” he growled. I turned my head away from him, blowing a breath as I gently push him away. I started for the counter, hop on the kitchen bar stool then rest my head on the marble countertop. He also follows suit facing me. “I'm running from my home and from the man my family arranged to marry me,” I murmured in a small sad voice.

I relented, delving into her eyes. "Isn't it enough that you've been acting like this to your family?" my mother smiled bitterly. "I know it's your wife, but haven't you considered that maybe she ran away from home because she realized she was infertile?" my mother retorted. "Mom, don't provoke me any more. My wife disappeared and—"

"Ah, I get it. Your wife ran away from you, didn't she?" Victor's eyebrow twitched and the man immediately caught it. A smug smile spread across his face as he turned to one of his companions and let out a chuckle. "Look, another one of those fools that trusted his wife, not knowing she had slept with some bastard and ran away." "Well, it's not like we can blame her," someone added. "Considering how all those noble ladies are forced to marry someone they don't love, they'll eventually run away to find a real passion."

I meant I was a stranger, but why was he acting as if I couldn’t be seen with him? It was already bad that Teal and Crone called that they wouldn’t make it and I was the only familiar face I knew at the wedding. Now the man I would be calling my husband for a while, is running away from me as if it was ‘Stay Away From Laliya’ day. “Can you slow down?” I breathed out as I refused to give up and kept running after him. I might as well agree that he was either deaf or determined to get away from me, because rather than slowing down like I told him, he took faster strides that made me wince.

Uh-oh, he heard me. I confessed to everything, and he burst out laughing in a rage. After that, he sat next to me wordlessly for a while. “Let me get this straight, Nessa. So you’re saying… “You didn’t want to embarrass yourself, so you followed the netizens’ advice and ran away from home on purpose? And you even scheduled an abortion?” He looked befuddled, exasperated, and helpless. I elaborated, “It’s a common trope where the pregnant wife runs away—”

But I didn't believe him for a moment. Whoever his wife was, did the right thing in running away. I couldn't imagine being married to him, living with a compulsive liar with an overinflated ego. But what if she was his mate? Then it was an even bigger red flag that she ran away. Mates don't just split and run. Not unless one dies or something truly awful happened to her. Or their kid. Pups always come first, so if something happened to the kid, that's a good enough reason to run.

she ordered pointing to the couch. What option did she have? Lilian obediently took the seat and Maria sat on the bed. They started with what she knew, and Don’s version of the story that he fed her was simple. When her husband died Maria couldn't stand living on her own being all young and sexy she decided to ran away and remarry despite Don's intervention. But we both know that's not true. "And you believe I ran away on my own?" "What will you have me believe? It was not like I was here to attest to the validity of what he told me"